The 7 Deadly Sins… the cure is here my children!

Welcome, welcome! Come in, it is lovely to be with you again! I have turned to our Lords’ word to bring you the cure for our plastix-waste sins! Gather in, come close my children!

Collaborating Editor: Jesse Tyssen, 2020.

Acedia: Work for the good of others my children, lest thee be thrown into snake pits!

Luxuria: Chastity, self-control and using that wicked energy for the good of others… else be smothered in fire and brimstone!

Gula: My children, you need temperance and the desire to be healthy, that you are fit to serve others… or eat you shall! You will be force fed rats, toads and snakes thence be cured of your plastic gluttony!

Superbia: Remove your ego and boastfulness as it were a rotting tooth! Humility and service before self or you choose to be broken on the wheel, my children please…!

Avarita: My children, the cure for your greed, as it has been written is simple: sharing not hoarding, others before self and charity. Should you not find these within, be boiled alive in oil!

Wrath: Patience, empathy and compassion will save thee from a living dismemberment.

Tristita: Your cure is living with the desire to help others, kindness and be content with what you have. Children, if this you cannot house then freezing water until you are dead will be thou punishment.

Until next time, keep the faith and remain the faithful. Be guided and be kind how you step...

Your Friend in & out of Plastix,

Sister GlitterNullius

Absolution in the age of COVID-19

Today’s stats reveal that Australia currently has 6,713 confirmed cases of COVID-19, half of those in NSW alone. Worldwide we’re bordering on hitting 3 million positive cases, with over 206,000 deaths total, and sadly it just keeps growing.

It’s in times like these that we often doubt our sources of spirituality. Why me and my family? Why am I suffering despite being a strong person of faith?

PSALM 23: The Lord is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want.

Capitalism is my shepherd and my consumerism means I shall not want.

He maketh me to pursue imported and home grown plastix. I adorn my skin with plastic paint.  He maketh me to need, plastic lunch boxes, dental floss and plastic oil cans. He maketh me to lie down in plastic pastures, bath tubs and bed sheets.

He leadeth me to destroy the earth, all living creatures and poison all waters.

He restoreth my soul, keeps me up with the plastic Jones’, David Jones and the Dow Jones. And He leadeth me in the paths of eternal economic growth, for his own capitalist sake.

Ninny Nurdles has a holy experience

When we initially explored ideas for using movement and text for a performance, we all assumed we’d have a live audience, a space to utilise and the backing of the Sydney Biennale to support us. When the spread of COVID-19 led to the closure of various locations and the banning of public gatherings, we had to be resourceful and adaptive to how we could continue staging this work with the Sisters. 

Sister Ninny Nurdles is born

Welcome. Sister Ninny Nurdles signing in to tell you about what’s been going on, what’s happening currently, and what’s to come before us.

Let’s start from the beginning… The Book of Genesis, page – wait, not that beginning.

Sister Ninny Nurdles trying on her costume for the first time, taken in early March 2020

Sister GlitterNullius and Sister Ninny Nurdles are two nuns with completely diverse conceptions and backgrounds, brought to you by Kim and Lucas’ project apart of the Biennale of Sydney 2020. For more information on their goals to achieve a Plastic-Free Biennale, click here.

Hence, The Sisters of Perpetual Plastix were born.