Aftermaths: a tear in the meat of vision

From the dazzling heights of the apocalyptic catwalk, from amongst the glorious atrocity of merchandise, from the sumptuousness of the furniture of dis-ease, from within the abandoned mourning mass – the spectacular fe/male host/ess emerges, preaching The Doctrine of Last Things.
Witness a display of secreting surfaces, wounded landscapes, curtains of skin and hair, mutating bodies, fragments of meat, murder and money.
A bacchanalian reading of revelations, played out in a dark arena for ritual and rapture, AFTERMATHS licks the pulse of the congregations flesh and glories in the catastrophe of End Time.