Bahamas Biennale is excited to announce Fruiting Body, a solo presentation by Brook Hsu.
One day, after I’d grown very tired of eating so many kiwis, I started to eat lots of pears. For a while, I was eating pears every day. I’d put a pear in my Baggu bag printed with bunnies holding donuts on it and walk to my studio. When it is really hot in Los Angeles, I don’t really want to eat anything except fresh fruit. Like I said… for a while I was eating kiwis, and then I moved onto pears. I have a Bosch pear in my fruit bowl at home right now. The other night at the bar, instead of drinking (which I really wasn’t in the mood to do), I ate an extra ripe and juicy red Bartlett pear and people thought that was especially cool. This pear, in particular, was so ripe that it dripped all over me and the floor and caused my hands and face to be a little sticky.
I propose the question: how are pears, vomit, bunny-dogs, mushrooms, stools, and fountains related?