The work was created for Porsager's exhibition FOOD FOR THE MOON, shown at Henie Onstad Art Canter in 2013. The following is an excerpt from the press material from the exhibition: In FOOD FOR THE MOON, Porsager “squirms” her way through Gurdjieff’s theories with, as she says, a “certain impoliteness.” Inside HOK’s crescent moon-shaped architecture, FOOD FOR THE MOON takes a
queer quantum leap away from a human-centric world towards a slug-centric one.

The project centers on Armenian mystic and spiritual teacher G.I. Gurdjieff’s sci-fi novel Beelzebub’s Tales to His Grandson (or, An Objectively Impartial Criticism of the Life of Man) the first volume of his magnum opus All and Everything. According to Beelzebub, people fed their life energy to the moon in order to keep the moon from going berserk. The novel introduces the Kundabuffer, an organ inserted at the base of humans’ spines, designed to keep them from realizing their role in the cosmic economy. Even after removal, the organ would continue to exert its influence, condemning man to lethargy, horniness, and aggressive senselessness. In the exhibition, Porsager has reimagined the kundabuffers. Cast in bronze polished in different shades of black, blue, and bronze, these sculptural shapes conjure the crystallized organs’ postremoval; no longer live organic matter, yet nonetheless biomorphic forms. The crux of the work, and of Porsager’s speculations, is a moment in Beelzebub’s Tales to His Grandson where humans are mistaken for slugs. Two videos—one of mating slugs and the other the cross-sectioned core of a spinning rope—evoke the notion of kundalini energy rising and that of an electrified moon. The ambiguous nature of the slug is amplified by its hermaphroditic identity; as a “both/and” species, it embodies a potential for spaces beyond dichotomies. Beelzebub’s spaceship Karnak, its name derived from the 134-columned Egyptian temple complex, has gone topsy-turvy and become a rigid slug’s cradle, a 134-channelled Copper Shock
Transmitter. The tone in FOOD FOR THE MOON is one of speculation and fabulation and answers to the same objective as Gurdjieff in Beelzebub’s Tales to his Grandson, namely to epitomise the notion that insight attained without any effort is completely useless. As Porsager writes in the work’s wall text: “FOOD FOR THE MOON's somewhat stupefied state might suggest that it has been guzzling its own inflamed moonshine.
Give way to rigid idiocy!”