PLAYMATE, 2026
After drinking from the plastic cup, lid on straw out, I bend over and attempt to balance it on the lowest part of my back, the place where my ass begins. Fixed in place, taped to taped taped on taped, not moving, once I make everything blue baby blue.
I use the materials that are on hand—last week’s garbage, the jeans that have taken on my same posture, that one remaining shoe, Janis’s pears fall on the ground, they slowly change shape, legs.
Creating allegory in the ordinary, I unplug all of the electronics in the house and stop the flow of power. Everything is still and quiet. Powerful / powerless. 30ft of extension cords coiled up in my knees in a squat, suggesting action but remaining still, unmoved and detached.
Camouflage—like because I can choose to turn it all into the foreground. Pattern. Glitchy. Full. The parts that feel important have a clear contour. Body disembodied face-to-face centerfold.
-Lee Materazzi
After drinking from the plastic cup, lid on straw out, I bend over and attempt to balance it on the lowest part of my back, the place where my ass begins. Fixed in place, taped to taped taped on taped, not moving, once I make everything blue baby blue.
I use the materials that are on hand—last week’s garbage, the jeans that have taken on my same posture, that one remaining shoe, Janis’s pears fall on the ground, they slowly change shape, legs.
Creating allegory in the ordinary, I unplug all of the electronics in the house and stop the flow of power. Everything is still and quiet. Powerful / powerless. 30ft of extension cords coiled up in my knees in a squat, suggesting action but remaining still, unmoved and detached.
Camouflage—like because I can choose to turn it all into the foreground. Pattern. Glitchy. Full. The parts that feel important have a clear contour. Body disembodied face-to-face centerfold.
-Lee Materazzi
