The piping hot amber red liquid is poured onto a rubbery surface. It’s poked and
prodded impatiently but it is still too hot. When it begins to cool a finger is dipped in, the
substance sticks to the tip and doesn’t let go. I can peel it off and drop it back in the pool and
it sinks into the sugary mass. Upon further cooling I can press my knuckles into the squidgy
body, I can pull at its corners and fold them into the centre. I can scoop it up into my hands,
it has to be bounced up and down for the middle soars with heat. I drop it back onto the
surface and it sinks, it sags, it droops. I pinch, I poke, I knead, I twist, I pull, I wrap, I tear it
from itself into two pieces, it tries its best to cling. Sticky threads hold the bodies together
until they tear. I combine them again, I stretch the form then fold it back into itself. I repeat
this and the colour begins to change, the red turns to amber which then turns to beige. It
becomes tougher and harder to pull, I keep going until my fingers begin to ache in
attempting to pry it away from itself. I have to accept its final form, it finishes itself.

pulled sugar experiments, 2018


An incision at the throat, sliced down to the belly. Skin and flesh are reflected back to
reveal the ribcage. A section is removed to expose the thoracic content. He begins to dig his
fingers into the throat and locates the tongue. The body is eviscerated in a single sweep as
the organs are removed in continuity, beginning from the top of the neck and ending at the
lower abdomen, with inclusion of the bladder. I’m given the mass of organs to hold from the
tongue end, they include the oesophagus, the heart, the lungs, the liver, the kidneys, the
stomach, pancreas and spleen. They dangle down, holding onto one another like a mass of
bulbous caramel. I can’t figure out how this tongue is holding all of the weight. Like pulled
sugar I imagine that eventually it will tear and split with the force of gravity. But it doesn’t.
Dropped into the metal dish and the soft organs spread, lying, resting, dormant.

sit in on post-mortem examination, 2014