A suburban Mother fights her plastic foes!
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.
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.