Eu sou uma jarra (I am a jug)
‘Eu sou uma jarra’Digital print on paper, mosquito net, beads, table, tablecloth, cups, jug, jug cover, donations box, plastic mosquitos
‘Exported’
Digital print on paper
‘Forgive me father for I have juiced/Confessionary’Juice carton, mosquito net, beads, oranges
‘Oratorio’Juice carton, mosquito net, 3d printed statue, beads, tap
‘Eu sou uma jarra’ Publication
Digital print on simili japon paper
In the publication of the same name, a text reflects on how the experiences of being a migrant and a woman intersect, and how the social pressure to adapt to a new place can feel stronger, sometimes to the point of sacrificing one’s own needs to fit in and make others comfortable. Juxtaposing religious and advertising motifs, the work also speaks to the expectations imposed on women to be sexual objects, providers, containers, and saints. The acidic nature of orange juice acts as a metaphorical rebellion in this context, cutting through and replacing the subservient smoothness of mother’s milk.
Exhibited at RCA2026 Arts and Humanities Show (June 2026)
The installation was presented alongside and in conversation with the work of frequent collaborator Alma Stritt (Joined projects: SHE SAID: [SHE SAID], Something Like This, Flatten Crosscheck and Report). Imagery from both artists work is playfully cross referenced and mirrored thoughout all pieces in the show.
Poems
‘I am Jug and I am juice/Eu sou jarra e eu sou suco’
‘Jug’s inner thoughts’
‘Eu sou uma jarra’ and ‘Exported’
‘Forgive me father for I have juiced/Confessionary’
Audience interaction
During the course of the exhibition, visitors were encouraged to interact with the installation through invented instructions that became ritualised. Confessions were shared through the confessionary screen, ‘donations’ were deposited in the donations box, cups were selected, flies were removed from the veil which was then lifted off the jug and crowned the heads of different visitors as they drank the contents of my body (CO-op’s orange juice from concentrate). Everyday the used cups acummulated by the jug as they slowly migrated from the altar table. In the morning they would get cleaned and fresh juice filled the jug but the installation still reflected the passage of time and was marked by the interactions. Stains spoiled the purity of the white table cloths, more of the floor oranges became stale and shed their skin to match the nakedness of the photos.
‘Oratorio’
‘Eu sou uma jarra’ Publication