MegaSack DRAW - This year's winner is user - rgwb
We will be in touch
"When refused boarding she gave staff the bird"
How very Shoreditch.
Eggstraordinary.
Flying United Captain and she was due on your flight?
Well, I've never struggled to take my Mindfulness Ocelot on BA.
I was going to post something reactionary such "get the **** out of here" but thought better of it, as i have never heard of this Ventiko person before i thought i should at least see what they are about beforehand
<span style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #d5d5d5;">My practice is an amalgamation of constructed photographic narratives and public interventions that ultimately speak to the idea of identity, or performing identity. </span></span><br style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #d5d5d5;">Throughout my relationship with the photographic image, I’ve been creating an ever-expanding visual language expressing my social positions from sexualtiy to the general, persona and the state of the “Modern Woman”. </span></span><br style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #d5d5d5;">Symbolism from Antiquity through the Baroque epoch and classical Biblical imagery is combined with the obscene to examine moralistic duality while juxtaposing the traditional with the contemporary, uprooting and exposing binaries within the human condition and displaying them to the viewer in deliberately confrontational gestures.</span></span><br style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #d5d5d5;">Rather than wait for the ‘perfect moment’ I deliberately construct a scene that is not situated in a state of time; but rather, in a state of mind. Images are not those which are found by waiting for the perfect moment, instead they are the construction of a moment, not in time but in thought.
</span></span><br style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="color: #818181; font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #d5d5d5;">Like the photographic side of my practice, my work in performance and public interventions questions different performances of identity. My ongoing performance piece, Sylva Dean and Me, places mask-clad performers in intricately constructed and bound wearable sculptures, which I have created from recycled nursery school milk cartons, into public spaces. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Open Sans'; font-size: 16px; color: #d5d5d5;">
Stripped of explicit identity, Sylva Dean and Me acts as a palimpsest upon which to redraw the illness of humanity and the stark beauty accompanying it. To explore and occupy a liminal space; between performance art, sculpture, Butoh, theater, installation, and now Opera, Sylva Dean and Me explores gender performativity and the continuous, ever evolving relationship with otherness.
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Hmm, my thoughts after reading her bio?.......get the **** out of here
<span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>My practice is an amalgamation of constructed photographic narratives and public interventions that ultimately speak to the idea of identity, or performing identity. </span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Throughout my relationship with the photographic image, I’ve been creating an ever-expanding visual language expressing my social positions from sexualtiy to the general, persona and the state of the “Modern Woman”. </span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Symbolism from Antiquity through the Baroque epoch and classical Biblical imagery is combined with the obscene to examine moralistic duality while juxtaposing the traditional with the contemporary, uprooting and exposing binaries within the human condition and displaying them to the viewer in deliberately confrontational gestures.</span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Rather than wait for the ‘perfect moment’ I deliberately construct a scene that is not situated in a state of time; but rather, in a state of mind. Images are not those which are found by waiting for the perfect moment, instead they are the construction of a moment, not in time but in thought.
</span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Like the photographic side of my practice, my work in performance and public interventions questions different performances of identity. My ongoing performance piece, Sylva Dean and Me, places mask-clad performers in intricately constructed and bound wearable sculptures, which I have created from recycled nursery school milk cartons, into public spaces. </span></span><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px; color: #d5d5d5;”>
Stripped of explicit identity, Sylva Dean and Me acts as a palimpsest upon which to redraw the illness of humanity and the stark beauty accompanying it. To explore and occupy a liminal space; between performance art, sculpture, Butoh, theater, installation, and now Opera, Sylva Dean and Me explores gender performativity and the continuous, ever evolving relationship with otherness.
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That's easy for you to say!
Can't edit the additional gumph due to non functioning edit function but to be honest no matter how you read her artistic statement above it makes as much sense as travelling with an emotional support peacock
That Ventiko website - is that her sitting naked on the merry-go-round?
Where has she hidden her Peacock?
Emotional support? The peacock (well, hen) that nested in my garden was bloody scary. And noisy.
And it knew I'd thrown it's eggs away. It came looking for me. Emotional support, my arse.
Very subtle
🤣
Sandwich , me? Flying United? Hell no!
<em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; color: #444444;"><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>My practice is an amalgamation of constructed photographic narratives and public interventions that ultimately speak to the idea of identity, or performing identity. </span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Throughout my relationship with the photographic image, I’ve been creating an ever-expanding visual language expressing my social positions from sexualtiy to the general, persona and the state of the “Modern Woman”. </span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Symbolism from Antiquity through the Baroque epoch and classical Biblical imagery is combined with the obscene to examine moralistic duality while juxtaposing the traditional with the contemporary, uprooting and exposing binaries within the human condition and displaying them to the viewer in deliberately confrontational gestures.</span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Rather than wait for the ‘perfect moment’ I deliberately construct a scene that is not situated in a state of time; but rather, in a state of mind. Images are not those which are found by waiting for the perfect moment, instead they are the construction of a moment, not in time but in thought.<br style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px;" /><em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; color: #444444;"></span></span><br style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;” /><span style=”color: #818181; font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px;”><span style=”color: #d5d5d5;”>Like the photographic side of my practice, my work in performance and public interventions questions different performances of identity. My ongoing performance piece, Sylva Dean and Me, places mask-clad performers in intricately constructed and bound wearable sculptures, which I have created from recycled nursery school milk cartons, into public spaces. </span></span><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’; font-size: 16px; color: #d5d5d5;”><br style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px;" /><em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; color: #444444;">Stripped of explicit identity, Sylva Dean and Me acts as a palimpsest upon which to redraw the illness of humanity and the stark beauty accompanying it. To explore and occupy a liminal space; between performance art, sculpture, Butoh, theater, installation, and now Opera, Sylva Dean and Me explores gender performativity and the continuous, ever evolving relationship with otherness.<br style="color: #444444; font-size: 16px;" /><em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: transparent; color: #444444;"></span>
Took the words out of my mouth..
The only story here is a social media artist successfully creating interest to drive traffic towards her art and media channels.
Well done to her
There's some peacocks near us. Noisy buggers.
I reckon their problem is a distinct lack of local peahens.
If ‘emotional support’ involves having something screaming in your ear every couple of minutes, then I’ll do without, thanks!
I think some emotionally special people have been reading too much Pullman.
I live in the Middle East and it's quite common to see birds of prey, especially falcons, taken on as hand luggage.
Never seems to bother anyone.
"social media artist" makes me want to unleash my emotional support Honey Badger.
Nice one bear....