Hollow Log, 2026
Pigmented rubber. 115 x 140cm
Keeping ripe fruit away from eve, 2026
Oilskin, sand, steel. Dimensions variable
Coucou!, 2024
HD video, 2 minutes 22 seconds
Walking Around Herself
14/03/2026 - 28/03/2026ONica Nervegna-Reed, Claire Lambe
Curated by Harriet Jones
Upstairs, a party! Toppling and libidinous.
Beneath it, under the house, a smothered urge. Churning churning.
I swallow bananas and stay mute.
I keep them down. I do not budge.
I am cute like this. Infuriating!
Cliché and so accordant with form. Disney was the term he used.
They rumble the floorboards. They’d like to crack through. My mental chamber, my Zimmer der Dame.
The same wish is buried in me, centuries old and rotting. Layers upon layers of banana. I could go crazy
very quietly.
I have a dream I’m on the beach. Spherical objects left by someone in a neat, gridded, arrangement. I kick
them towards turned backs. Each one crumbles before it makes contact. The atmosphere shifts and I know it
will flood. I hurry to bury a penis, fumbling to get it into sand dense and deep enough to hold it down before
the sea swells up. “Or else it will toss around, whack us in the face” I tell my mum.
Society is a system of inherited forms reducing our humiliating passivity to nature. Without it we would be
storm-tossed on the barbarous sea. Said Camille Paglia.
I have only ever been guilty of being too loving, too generous, or having a temperament that is too strong.
Said Depardieu. And doesn’t the doe get shot in that movie?
Harriet Jones
2026