Kate Spence: Liminal States
Hybridism and Performance of the Imaginary
Published autumn 2015, Sluice_Magazine
Credit: Realness by Kate Spence, in collaboration with Michael Lighborne, at Sluice__2015
Chapter One (excerpt)
It’s hard to see the crab at first. It has merged with the grey, rocky background, taken up its texture and muddy colours, almost disappearing – wholly part of the scene. It doesn’t move. It just sits there in the far left corner, its legs and scissors tucked away under its body.
She comes by here every day, but she has never seen the crab before. Maybe he’s a new addition, she thinks, some sort of strategically placed attribute to fish tank life, a way to get rid of the waste products that gather between the rocks. Or maybe – she has an imaginative mind – maybe he has actually grown out of the rock, first as a little bump, a minor disturbance, but as it kept growing and growing it separated itself from the stony surface, eventually becoming an entity of its own as it fell down, down, down the side and landed in the left corner of the aquarium.
Who am I to say where life begins and where it ends? The pregnancy of the event can be a splitting cell, or a heartbeat, or maybe its starts with the mere shiver, a disturbance in the atmosphere, a small crack in the stone in which something starts to move.