Silverton, NSW, August 7, 2016


On a property lot just outside of Broken Hill, I lay on the back of a Ford Mainline Ute, on a bonnet in the tray, stretching my arms onto the roof. Surgical needles were pushed into my palms, and out the back of my hands. I lay in the glaring desert sun, as flies began to buzz about the wounds, for eight minutes. After eight minutes the needles were removed and the performance concluded.