Wild Thing, (heart)
2024
Hand-coloured silver gelatine print.
The dilemma of being a halfling.
When they try to make me feast today I will bite at their fingers and drink only the blood I draw from them (after all, they have already taken fifteen vials of mine since Monday). When I am in Wales I will only be a faerie, I will live only with faeries.
‘Be the wild thing,’ teacher tells me.
I am the wild thing. I am the wild thing. I am finger-biting, howling, writhing, wild thing.
‘Control your wild thing.’