I watch Sandvold use her hand vertically to clear a path for her palm to land. As she carefully guides the mealworms to safety, the action and pace is hypnotic, fireside-like. I had not anticipated the ambience to be meditative. I had not expected the sound. Nor did I expect Sandvold to ask me, “Are you hungry?” and to motion towards the takeaway box Tarpgaard had brought in earlier. “No”, I replied, once I processed the experience of a super-sized larva guardian talking to me, “but I expect they may be” as I in turn used my hand to motion toward the 200,000 mealworms. Sandvold proceeded to eat one of the two fried chicken drumsticks inside the box, and it was then that I noticed the small opening in her latex mealworm suit for her mouth, in an unexpected Alice in Wonderland before the Caterpillar transformation moment.[6] As Sandvold appears to relish her lunch, Tarpgaard points out yesterday’s smooth chicken bone, and tells me about how mealworms can be used for skeletal preparations. As I watch them climb over the chicken bones of yesterday and today, alongside the polystyrene monuments, she also comments that they cannot chew through the latex, so Sandvold was not in any danger of ending up on the plate in a playful reversal of who’s eating who, and the ultimate “bloom me up”! Pipes Hede, “Just like spiders, which could, if they got organised, eat every human being on earth in very little time, the mealworms might one day eat me. They have this duality: a threat to humanity + a thousand tiny saviours.” Such is life.
Ultimately, for me, in this collaboration with mealworms, “MASS-bloom explorations” foregrounds the possibility of transformation when we are willing to alter our viewpoint, and the interconnectedness of all things.[7] The mealworms are not merely in “MASS-bloom explorations,” they are a part of it. Just like we are not in nature, but a part of nature. What can we learn from them, asks each gentle sweep of Sandvold’s hand. Sandvold’s moments and pace is determined by the mealworms, and the same could be said to apply to the mealworms, slowly nudged out of the way so they do not get squashed. Behind Sandvold, the remains of a polystyrene cup rolls under the shifting weight of several mealworms. A glorious extended ecological family; you, me, and mealworms.
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