Carl Trahan

S’ÉTRANGER
04.17–05.11.1997

“Boundaries are failing. The ‘Self’ multiplies into uncertain objects; it becomes limitless. The outside penetrates the inside. If spewed out, it becomes an extension of the Self inhabiting the space. Yet it might just as well sustain a shell, lying there motionless, awaiting a bout of vomiting—or is it, rather, defecation? One no longer knows which path to take.

If my body spits, pisses, or shits, what it yields, rejects, or projects is still the Self—poisoning the other, the vessel for this overflow, for that which cannot remain within. I find myself scattered; I seek out and gaze upon these parts of the Self; I lose myself, spill outward…”

Text: Carl Trahan