Daniella Valz Gen: Chapter III - The gorgon - Whitechapel Gallery

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This text was performed by Daniella Valz Gen with Ana Tienne at an event at Whitechapel Gallery on 30 Jan 2025.

Chapter III

The gorgon

 

“The Gorgon was made out of the terror, 

not the terror out of the Gorgon.”

 

You can call me monster

Monster girl

I am the offspring on Titans

I am primordial

 

Eternal

 

A monster

A girl

A serpent

A head

A nervous system

A scorned woman

 

A femme fatale

 

Gorgeous

 

I’m gorgeous

 

I’m Donatella in leopard skin

 

Mistress of beasts

 

Mother of Flying Horse

 

A symbol

 

I’m golden

 

A logo

 

An image

 

An image for your rage

 

Our rage

 

For your projections

 

Our projections

 

An expensive image

Expensive

 

I am the harsh reality of consequence

 

Expensive

 

A gorgeous monster 

 

Beyond your comprehension

 

Chapter IV

The Head

 

The gorgoneion, 

the severed head of the gorgon 

is an evil averting device

 

A head and a nervous system

A brain from which nerves dangle like snakes

Vagus nerve

Trochlear nerve

Trigeminal nerve

Hypoglossal nerve

Glossolalia nerve

Guttural nerve

Oracular nerve

 

Omniscient

Over-reactive snakes

 

To avert evil is to respond to it

A trauma response

To avert evil

Is to protect, 

to self-preserve

 

You freeze at the sight of 

yourself in the eyes of another.

You freeze to protect

To preserve you freeze, of course

 

You freeze in shame,

in the sheer embarrassment 

of your own petty cruelty, 

as it is seen, 

Caught in the act

You freeze as you are witnessed, 

acknowledged

 

Even the goddess, 

the cold-hearted goddess froze.

 

Freeze is a way of playing dead

A holding of the breath

in dread or foreboding.

you camouflage as a response

 

You become invisible

become an object, 

a thing, an empty thing

 

Trauma responses are a normal part 

of being a mammal; 

When used correctly, 

they can save a mammal’s life. 

Becoming a thing can save a life

More so if you are a monster

A girl 

A monster girl

 

When there is a freeze response, 

the system knows that there is a threat 

so the body becomes frozen with sympathetic, 

hyper-aroused energy. 

The fear response has been turned on, 

and the heart rate increases

so that oxygen can flow to the muscles. 

This immobility is not a choice, 

it is the body’s way of trying to prepare

 for the next step

 but it is unable to release the energy 

until the threat passes.

 

We freeze to preserve energy 

To then fight or flee

 

But what of remaining frozen,

 like a stone

 

The collapse response looks very different from freeze 

from a biological perspective. 

Collapse is a state of hypo-arousal. 

When a person begins to experience this response, 

they may not be able to speak, 

and they feel detached or disconnected from their body.

 Their heart rate, blood pressure, 

and body temperature lower. 

If you are with someone in this state, 

you may notice they have a “blank stare” 

as they become less aware of their 

internal and external world. 

There is a decrease in muscle tone, 

as the body is no longer attempting to fight or flee. 

 

The gorgoneion,  

the severed head of the gorgon 

is an evil averting device

 

A ward

It allows you to see before you are seen

To keep yourself safe

 

To freeze others before you are frozen yourself

 

The cost of protection

 

Expensive

 

Expensive trauma begets trauma

 

Chapter V

On being everywhere at once

 

At the centre of it all 

there’s a luminous egg full of potential, 

colours swirl ready to burst, to spill.

 

Potential is fragile though, 

it can spill from its flimsy container, 

flat goo. 

The cocoon that shelters 

the transformation process 

is a thin membrane, 

egg shell is delicate.

 

No shell No shelter

 

The serpent that guards the egg 

can be a guardian, sure. 

And also a predator, 

hungry to feed on goo, your goo

 

Things often hatch out of their shell 

in a flurry of a swirl

In Chaos 

 

No one knows anything above their capacity 

We don’t know what we don’t know.

Chaos is possibility

 

You don’t know how you will respond 

until you do

 

The flight turns into persecution, 

all pain becomes harm if kept a secret. 

If it swims low under the tide, 

belly down at the bottom of the ocean.

An ocean of monsters

 

A tension 

Tense

Always

 

What breaks the tension? 

 

Seeing eye to eye? 

 

Eye see you

Eye see your ugly

 

The monster in me sees the monster in you.

 

Don’t try to hide it

Quit playing that game.

Quit it now, GIRL!

 

A dangerous start and fragile

Fragile in the egg of possibility.

Egg goo

Yolk

 

Yoke

 

Let’s say you are born innocent, monstrous, 

limbic and playful.

 

Let’s say you are unborn. 

What might that mean?

 

To hang in there until you’re ready to hatch, 

until you’re ready to see. 

 

Being seen is terrifying. 

That is if you can’t see yourself. 

If you avoid. 

A void. 

If you are a void. 

Unborn

No shell no shelter,

Null. Froth and Fog.

 

The question is

Was the monster girl ever born?

And did she ever die?

Is her head in the bottom of the ocean?

Where is she?

 

Is she here?