Junkfish Caviar is the title of my unwritten but greatly imagined autobiography. It is a term that describes the possibility of finding the treasure in the garbage or the beauty in the trauma. The premise for this incarnation of Junkfish is a pre-adolescent sexual awakening in the 1970’s—a time at once vapid and confusing as well as entrancing. The Enjolie commercial: "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and NEVER NEVER NEVER let you forget you're a man" – the impossible wonder woman.
The show is a combination of societal preconceptions of what is sexy as well as about myth. Being born and raised in New Orleans, you are saturated with myths: Elysian Fields, Congo Square, the widow Paris. In my experience, the Muses numbered 6 and not 9. My mother had 6 daughters. My sisters acted as a counterweight to the hyper-sexualized misconceptions in my mind. I have represented each sister (as well as myself) through materials that have been found in the street, a lake, swamp, attic or the bottom of a drawer.