1/9-24 fra kl 14-17:00

Arbeidet «Chicken Wings», er et samarbeidsprosjekt mellom Melanie Kitti, Nynne Roberta Pedersen Pedersen og Lasse B. Ondesen:

Nynne Roberta Pedersen Pedersen og Lasse B. Odense holdt en performance 

på Femidomens hovedhus betongscene kl 14:30

med allsang og opplesning fra Nynnes nye bok.

Melanie Kitti har laget en installasjon i Femidomens marmorsal.

Chicken Wings er en utstilling om å være redd, om å bli objektivisert, om dyr og jenter. Chicken Wings er en skulptur, et dikt, en konsert og en allsang.

utstillingstekst av Nanna Riis:

Girls lying down 

Girls getting caught up by a darkness that looks good on them 

Girls closing their eyes, resting their lashes, collapsing under the weight of their legacy Girls momentarily liberating themselves from the sight of their own faces Girls replacing their random pajamas with pieces of silk that they can weave into their trivially premature memoirs or make their lovers worship like an unaffordable car Girls letting go of their minds as their subconscious kicks in and makes them cleverer Girls losing their minds and finding them again, always 

Girls bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and bleeding 

Girls dreaming of odd dinner parties where they’re not really welcome even though their conditions are acceptable and they have degrees and timely anecdotes to tell and blossoming pregnancies to flash 

Girls carrying the not too heavy but very inevitable weight of coming girls and girls passed and the always growing thighs that make them adorable or suicidal 

Girls blinded by girlhood 

Girls meaning well 

Girls hating with the force of an merciless army 

Girls discovering that they are the least expected and the deepest red 

Girls being born with angel eyes meant for anything 

Girls getting sucked at and devoured like snacks in buckets 

Girls preparing themselves for the next season of monotonous wardrobe choices Girls fucking and hatching 

Girls upholstering their hearts because what else can they do in a reality of institutionalized heartbreak 

Girls alone in their beds after hours and hours and hours of figuring out whether or not it’s in their nature to care committedly for others or even just care about their own blacked out bodies or if they ever want to cook dinner for someone 

Girls accompanied in their beds by whatever or whoever they have produced Girls getting their well-deserved pause from listening 

Girls resisting the urge to crush by straightening themselves 

Girls in girls in love 

Girls getting things done in their sleep without heads and without wings and without voices Girls finally acknowledging their compulsive ability to rescue and don’t exactly know what to do with that insight 

Girls wanting it to end in spectacular ways since they’re already well aware that it will end, and since they have already spent a considerable amount of their nights grieving Girls fantasizing a little bit about their own funerals 

Girls rising alongside a suit-colored dawn 

Girls counting their eggs and eating them for breakfast 

Girls after eggs 

Just eggs