17th October 2026, 10am–3pm
Justine Kurland invited Deb Googe, musician and Bassist from My Bloody Valentine, to initiate her performative collage '99 Nude Collages on the Wall' (2026), alongside a live reading of SCUMB manifesto.
Justine Kurland's '99 Nude Collages on the Wall' consists of 99 individual collages installed as a singular, sprawling wallflower. Viewers are invited to participate by purchasing a unique collage and remove it from the wall, giving way to a wall work that progressively dissipates with demand. Each collage on view costs £199 and is offered on-site only.
The collages are sourced from the pages of multiple copies of the same book of female nudes by a celebrated male photographer. Kurland’s collages are acts of reclamation through productive cutting and gluing, a layering process and near-erasure before their reconstitution in a new lesbianated form. '99 Nude Collages on the Wall' collages operate inside of Kurland’s wider project SCUMB, where collage acts as a disruptive, tactile reimagining of the photographic canon, as a literal dismemberment of the patriarchy and as a gendered inversion of the usual terms of possession.
Live Performance
SCUMB Manifesto
In the words of Bernadette Mayer,
“Your petrified eyes eat the bulimic vomit of your violent words /
All words, all humans, insulted, disgusted, by your depraved existence.”
In the words of Diane di Prima,
“Get your cut throat off my knife!”
In the words of Renee Gladman,
“I stood where I stabbed it.”
I, Justine Kurland, am SCUMB.
I thrive in the stagnant waste of your boring photography.
I bubble up, raw, a life force, multiplying from the steaming excrement of your dated books.
I worm in the fleshy folds of your fetid library,
laying larvae to feed on your crumbling quid pro quo circle-jerk ideology.
I'm the cancer on your solipsistic universe:
I reproduce and reproduce in you until you die.
I'm retribution.
I'm your poison.
I'm your own dick fucking you in the eye.
I'm your own dick fucking you to death.
You made me up:
I'm the vagina dentata.
You're too small to wrap your head around me:
I am SCUMB, the first woman, the first and the last.
Without me you're nothing.
I'm a bleeding primal bitch, your deepest desire and worst fear.
I birthed you and, parasitically, I invade you -
I penetrate your vision
I plunge you back into your own abyss.
I'm gagging on the foul smell that leaks into the world from my puncture,
the gas of your deflated ego.
I've given you the bloody gash you always wanted,
a castration to free your desire to be female:
desire your machismo hides.
Stab, carve out, cleave, rip apart:
I am making flowers from your carnage,
beauty from the filth you have made of my world.
Pay it forward, little worm,
your flaccid dick is on the hook
and your institutions have been hacked.
I call for the end of the canonization of your libido.
I proclaim the end of your monopoly on meaning and value,
the end of your last word on all desire.
I'm sick of you slobbering over and devouring the bodies of women, like Jabba the Hutt eating Hamburger Helper.
I'm taking your eyes and fucking your dick off with them.
Daddy, Mr Daddy, Dr Daddy to you;
Officer, Historian, Pussy grabbing genocidal maniac.
Your little white colonizing mushroom dick curled up inside itself,
the rotten colon of your imperialistic soul,
repressive cesspool, landfill, still born foetus,
your flaccid emptiness,
skid marks in the tighty whities,
narcissistic Napoleonic bully, over-resourced mediocrity.
I'm coming for you with a blade.