I am looking up at a very steep brown cliff, one that is kissing the clouds ever so slightly. Perhaps it is my skewed perception, just as we gaze upwards at skyscrapers, their tips tremendously smaller than their bases at which we are standing. I am in company of friends and there is loud chatter all around us, the sonorous voices of loud people surrounded by fellow louder people, each and all outdoing one another at being loud until my ears start to ring out the noise. I turn around and am surprised that we ourselves are standing on a cliff, a thunderous waterfall to my right and below, a vague outline of where it hits its stream. I am now in a meadow. I am living in a post-apocalyptic future of sorts and we have come to live more like our ancestors. We are a small community, we live in between a wide river and moon-grey cliffs, subjacent to the ominous, sky touching brown ones further back. We have unforgiving leaders and money is no longer a powerful or enriching entity. We have adopted a communist approach in which we all work for one another, support each member...

We punched a hole in my awareness, we made me dangerously careless. And she smiled, she lied, she smiled, she convincingly lied, she said she was pregnant. The cab was hailed, the bags were dumped, too many people climbed in and in a split second, a slow-moed split second, we were smothered. In that bubble of violence, it's their words that terrified us, not the knives, not those thumps.

I would argue that incest is probably the ultimate taboo. Jake and Dinos Chapman’s work would be unfairly labelled if I were to say they solely explored incest. But the work they do produce is a highlight of twisted human vices and their sexualised sculptures of merged disfigured children reference, in my opinion, the consequences of incestuous reproduction. I believe they are shifting what society understands as an utterly horrifying family pairing onto children, onto the fruit of incestuous bearing. In effect, their association of children and sex alludes to incest. A particular sculpture, ‘Two Faced Cunt’, distastefully reminds me of the notorious Hensel twins. Abigail and Brittany Hensel are conjoined twin sisters from Minnesota. Their posture and heads uncannily mimic the sculpture’s. Unlike the real life twins, ‘Two Faced Cunt’ joins the two heads with a vagina. They are nude, have long flowing blond hair, rosy cheeks, a mutually vacant gaze and expensive trainers on their feet. Their limbs are human, their physical type is a priori Caucasian but they emanate a creepy otherness. The skin is flawless, shiny, the girls (are they even gender specific at all?) have no nipples and apart from the misplaced vagina, they...