The floor is sticky with stuff you can only hope is beer and everyone is standing in front of their seat, talking with friends or strangers and jiggling up and down to the music in a sort of awkward pseudo-dance.
In an awkward distance of just a few feet apart, the two Maison Gerards form a doubling that echoes Ovid’s story of Narcissus, which makes them utterly unforgettable, and even fascinating, to a curious stranger.
A shadowed mass stumbled out of the reeds. A skunk, pawing at nothing in particular, winced at the sun and shook unsteadily under its own weight. Rocco, always playful, nosed the creature while dancing around the dazed animal.
If Slavoj Žižek were to find out I was using his 2002 book, "Welcome to the Desert of the Real," to prove that aliens exist peacefully, he would view my efforts as my own passion for the Real.
When an audience is presented with narratives in which women acknowledge their individuality over their motherhood, or even choose not to have children, it becomes difficult to separate a protagonist’s character flaws from their attempt at achieving a greater happiness.
My interpretation of the T-shirt project focuses on the concepts of solidity and void, where the white T-shirt and the hollow head mold represent a conceptual void.
I created yarn out of the T-shirt by cutting and stretching the fabric. This physical act is expansion itself. The top looks different on every body it clings to.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen….
And also…
God,
Please, please, please,
give me big …
Is it even possible to explain why you like something? And I don’t mean explaining why it’s cool, but why, over everything else people love in this world, you love what you do.
