Ben Cottrell

Shapeshifter

January 24, 2020 – March 07, 2020

First, they throw sparks and fiery glances, then, they piss themselves and splash you, before they swing themselves astride their brooms and fart up into the air. Ueeyuyuee: naked across cities. Moscow, Tokyo, L.A. Roaring over river and valley, up the mountains, down the mountains. Over the sea in the devil’s ride, straight ahead to the next continent. Into houses, out of houses. Through closed doors and open windows. In and out. Their eyes are green, their hair is yellow. The wind screeches when it enters the mouth hole and cracks when it thrusts out between the legs. The smell of the cellar spreads. Under the wallpaper gather the woodlice crunching.

 

Photo Credits: Johannes Bendzulla