White Teeth, Good Nature
Anika Ahuja, Fionn Duffy, Anna Lawrence, Paige Silverman
Outlier Studio

Installation View, White Teeth, Good Nature, Anika Ahuja, Fionn Duffy, Anna Lawrence, Paige Silverman, Outlier Studio, 2024

Installation View, White Teeth, Good Nature, Anika Ahuja, Fionn Duffy, Anna Lawrence, Paige Silverman, Outlier Studio, 2024

Installation View, White Teeth, Good Nature, Anika Ahuja, Fionn Duffy, Anna Lawrence, Paige Silverman, Outlier Studio, 2024

the smell of goats, yarn, bin bags, alginate, wool, muslin, inkjet photo, transfer, steel, charcoal, Anna Lawrence

I STUCK MY FINGER INSIDE, vermicelli noodles of various sizes, paper mache, joint compound, steel, latex, pva, Paige Silverman

I can’t get used to this lifestyyyyle, photocopy, periwinkle, reconsituted paper, wild clay, solder, push pins, plastic scallop shells, rose petals, buddleia leaf, nail clipper pack aging, amber bead, urchin shell, beach glass, xerox transfer, plastic bottle, spider plant pup, magnet, apple paper, jasper, malachite, quartz, Fionn Duffy

Dr. Netter takes a trip (Vol. 5), graphite, paper, vacuum storage bag, Paige Silverman

not anymore, graphite on mylar, Anika Ahuja

where, where is the town?, trestles, limestone, plastic box, coffee cans, glass, wild clay, paper clay, buddleia, pit fired stoneware, diffuser sticks, coins, concentrated alder smoke, water, Fionn Duffy

mortadella, wool, alginate, binbags, ink, Anna Lawrence

comfortable seat, leatherette, upholstery foam, brown tape, Anika Ahuja
White Teeth, Good Nature
Anika Ahuja, Fionn Duffy, Anna Lawrence, Paige Silverman
Outlier Studio
09/11 – 23/11/24
Open daily 12–5pm
You are sitting on the same stationary stool. It is chromed and fixed to the floor and the seat is padded cheaply, worn navy vinyl, sunken by the endless seats that sIt.
net (as in a net for catching/gathering or the flattened outline of a 3 dimensional object)
a puncture in the membrane: coins and vessels, oil and clay shells spill.
I wouldn’t want you to know that I am thinking of it all the time
riddled with guilt and undone with shame, drowning in self pity is an entirely consuming full time job, so sorry for yourself, terribly sorry for being sorry
eddy (the parts of moving water that swirl like a tiny whirlpool)
bin bags torn by iron beaks, bottle tops melt with flesh and cabinets.
Step 1: Wash your hands thoroughly
Step 2: Pull down the bottom left lid so the small hole of your tear duct is exposed clearly separated from the ball of the eye
Step 3: With other hand select a single piece of vermicelli noodle and gently lower into eye hole (you will feel a vacuum like sensation when the noodle gets close to guide it into the hole)
Step 4: Continue to hold the eye lid open and elevate the noodle until the hole has finished the strand
Step 5: Repeat until the vacuum sensation subsides
Unbelievably embarrassing a waste but no one else sees it, it isn’t really there like you said it was
spoiled in the sun
cadence (a musical phrase, or the tone of someone speaking)
a reflection in glass, lightly touching bone.
In the following days I sit on the toilet examining these charred black pieces that just keep falling out of me
Staring mindlessly at the wall I roll them between my thumb and forefinger
Until i can smell the campfire
habit (daily routine/ritual, an everyday task that is repeated)
the beam of a streetlight in a town fuelled by burning garbage.
My mom made it known that giving birth to me destroyed her bladder. She was urinary incontinent, often leaking wherever she was. In the middle of an errand, we would scurry to secluded concrete stairways in parking structures, and a stream of pee running past the black rayon dresses she habitually wore to cover the stains. It would splatter loudly and flow down the concrete steps. When I smell piss in public places, I know someones’ mother has been there, leaking in desperation.
Backless gown. Flashing white teeth.
A photo of a daughter. If you were my daughter…
Laid back not on earth but in a chair. Paper crackling like a crisp baked good.
Feet up in stirrups/propped/ he smiled and his words fell around the room. Teeth so unstained and he turns the
music up again.
who wants to drown themselves in a pool of curdled milk
drown me in a pail of the freshest.
text compiled by AA, AL, FD, PS.
Photo credit: Fionn Duffy

