Charlotte Prodger writes to Charlie Porter on her film Passing as a Great Grey Owl :
"What does it mean when you're away from all those signifiers to be a queer body?"
I felt myself occupying that same space, finding myself in nature as she does. No one to see what is worn, not the piercings on my face nor the muddied shirt that sticks to my breasts. My keys bouncing off my thighs, no one but me to hear it. In that state of alone, the semiotics disappear, they fade against the green and damp. It's just me.
But I am not there in the green. I am here, chasing there. I undress myself into the landscape, discarding those things that make me. Turning myself over amongst the grass.I want to paint the thin membrane between me and there.
