Asking "what does it mean to be a queer body in nature?" Moules deploys squishy, flesh-tone silicone, rendered with moles, freckles, and other imperfections, as skin stretched across and often obscuring traditional landscapes, some of which are littered with jock straps. (!?!) Perhaps the remnants of a radical faery gathering in the woods? The result is an overall WTF reaction provoked by the juxtaposition of the pastoral with cinematic body horror. A truly novel take on the nature of bodies or bodies in nature.
