Our Bodies Are Our Gardens

17 September - 7 October 2023
Hullabaloo art space
Cromwell Heritage Precinct

Our Bodies Are Our Gardens is a reflection on fate, and whether we’re the gardener in charge. Are we slaves to our nature or to a higher power? Or are we independent and truly free to choose our path? How would we know?

“Virtue! A fig! ’Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. “ 
      ~ Othello (Act 1 Scene 3), Iago

Shakespeare's Iago liked to sow the seeds of doubt and paranoia in others, manipulating weak-willed people who let their emotions control their choices.

Is fate like Iago, toying with us?

​Or perhaps we sow the seeds of our imperfect spirits, cultivating the truth of our own experience.