Milk No. 1 (2025)
A slow gush, a soft loop. Milk gurgles from a circular pool of libido, offering an altar to techno-somatic pleasure, dependency, and excess. Inspired by gooning, milking parlours, and meditation rooms, this fountain stages a feedback loop of surrender and uncanny nourishment. The body is invited to reprogram under the spell of white noise and wet circuits, to sit with the gurgle, feel their circuitry hum, and hover between milking and being milked.
Gooning is the art of entering a trance-like state of all-consuming pleasure through prolonged edging and self-stimulation—often lasting for hours or even days. Serious gooners create a dedicated goon cave: a carefully curated pleaser chamber in their homes, filled with visual and auditory overload, designed to drown out the noise of the world and tune into the “present,” through a surrender to that which feels obscenely good.
Though often dismissed as mere hedonistic excess, gooning can be understood as a radical form of embodied transcendence—one that shares surprising affinities with spiritual practices like transcendental meditation, flow states, or even certain tantric traditions. Where meditation seeks to quiet the mind through breath and stillness, gooning achieves ego dissolution through hyperstimulation and erotic repetition. In both, the self becomes porous: time blurs, thought dissolves, and what remains is raw presence. But unlike the sanitized serenity of wellness culture, gooning refuses purity. It offers a kind of filthy enlightenment—an ecstatic, pixel-lit mysticism born not from renunciation, but from indulgence.