The Company comprises a constellation of organs and entities as an artistic-fictive strategy in the investigation into the fragile history of a 17th century enslaved Angolan midwife at the Cape. Displacing any notion of wholeness or single-point-perspective, the investigator, the artist, myself, has shifted the focus of work towards a plurality of parts and beings : the Wandering Womb; Muriel, Emissary to the Past; Orlando, Preternaturalist; I the Ear, Travelbreath; the Company Ghosts; and the Spirit-Being of Honour, !midwif. In the Lost Volumes which is a narration with-in and with-of the project it is the Company that writes. In the Fieldguides it is Orlando Preternaturalist who is Mouthpiece.
The Wandering Womb
The Wandering Womb stuttered into existence on the Remington typewriter as a ‘lyric’ for an audio work. In the research into medical histories of women going back to Aristotle and the Hippocratic corpus, I was constantly confronted with views on the female body as having a faulty part – the womb. According to these sources the womb was a beast that would leap upwards and attack other organs. The language describing this demonic wandering womb was outrageous and on the Remington I typewrote it into rhythmic verse. It became an audio work arranged and sung by Mariske Broeckmeyer which then developed into an idea of the Travelogues of the Wandering Womb. If the womb could not stay in place to procreate, then let her travel!
Orlando, Preternaturalist
Orlando we are. Preternaturalist. Singular or plural, and both. Here, now and everywhen. Time-traveler, shape-shifter. MOUTHPIECE.
Orlando we are, mouthpiece, yes, spokeswoman, yes. To which we can add drafter of diagrams, keeper of the journal, scribe to the expedition.
Orlando we are, mouthpiece, spokeswoman, mistress of ceremonies. Our task is to shape the story.
Muriel, Emissary to the Past
Muriel, Emissary to the Past, takes her shape from a number of ghosts in the studio. There is Kate Muriel Giddy who studied arts, covered books with cloth and embossing, transcribed a war diary of her brother, beat copper into trays, painted still lives, fashioned silver into jewellery and then, after the birth of her first child, my father, died young. There is Muriel Hudson-Leysen who was a working woman, a nurse, under whose bed, as found a brown leather suitcase containing a thousand letters. These Muriel’s and their artefacts haunt my studio and, together with a green portable Remington typewriter, have converged into a single Muriel.
!midwif
she occupies the between-time, the twilight time, the least occupied time, as the moon arcs across the sky and the gleaming begins
I, the EAR
Listener for the Unsaid and the Unheard.
Travelbreath
weather-lungs, word-of-mouth, whisper-whistle, inhale-exhale
Company Ghosts
The ghosts of countless women who resorted to plant remedies to abort
The ghosts of those who provided this knowledge to women in need
The Company Ghosts
The ghosts of countless women who resorted to plant remedies to abort The ghosts of…
PROCESSION / Manuscript for a Librarian
MANUSCRIPT IS AN ARCHIVING OF THE UNIVERSE THAT LEADS UP TO THE PROCESSION. THROUGH DIAGRAMS,…
Manuscript for a Librarian / The Company / The Wandering Womb
Manuscript for a Librarian is an archive of work in the project Nothing of Importance…
Manuscript for a Librarian / The Company
Diagram of organs and entities of The Company that is a part of Manuscript for…
The Dissolving
My body is breaking up / my-body-is-breaking-up / and each sense, each organ, is going…
Conversation between Wendy Morris and curator Pieter Boons
Conversation between Pieter Boons, curator of the Artistic Research Project, and Wendy Morris, in the…