Sweeties: I and II
There’s so much time and opportunities for trying diverse things in this life; it looks like my chance to dwell in pink with no bad conscience has finally arrived. I’m actually much surprised, as I thought that my feelings for it were about to vanish as soon as they arrived. I’m glad that they haven’t. It was about time that I too relish the joys of the color rose - not violet - and its overwhelming sweetness once again.
The inspiration for these particular two pieces of tenderness in pink, white and shining silver, which I called Sweetie I and Sweetie II, came from Yana Schnitzler, a feminist performance artist I have no idea who is or whether I even like her work. Apparently she’s interested in human kinetics and seems to have developed impressive dynamic clothing. I would most probably never find her work online or run into it at some niche like a performance art festival, had it not been for an open call for participation I found over random scrolling down at social media. This is one of the reasons why I didn’t cancel all the few accounts I still have yet, maybe I never will; I’m too reluctant to miss out on events like this one or to stop sharing my own little happenings with more than my stablished community’s members - the couple of close friends and colleagues I know who are already interested in a mutually recognized variety of actions, feelings and thoughts. I am most stimulated by personal stories and strangers’ creative machinations, definitely not that interested in self isolated elitist, artistic bubbles. Or in most bubbles. I want to keep knowing of others unlike myself. So, although I am not sure if Schnitzler’s general body of work is to my likings or not (I confess that I am a bit afraid of large-scale megalomaniac pieces intending to be symbolizing something even bigger), I was delighted with her question for an open call to participate in a peculiar collective thinking process: a simple collaboration that she made her performance piece depending on and that might just be, simultaneously, an useful exercise of introspection to anyone deciding to collaborate. Extending the invitation to any women around the globe, she simply asks
What is it that you’re yearning to shed? What old habit, memory, fear or belief that might be amplified in these challenging times are you ready to let go of because it does not allow growth?
Question one should answer to with a word (or was it many?) on fabric or paper, signing it or not with a one-name-signature and then send it by mail to the artist in New York; as part of the performance, she intends to hand-sew all them words together as another of her impressive skirts - a room-filling one in a gallery window - to be somehow destroyed at the final moment, the last part of this female only project called “Letting Go”. And letting go I am, reflecting on glitter for a change.
My Oh My
To shine
by
the reflected light
of little material pieces,
of fireworks.
My Oh My
To flash
with
strong emotion, some gleam
sparkling
scintillating
decorating
me.
a bright usually superficial attractiveness
a non recyclable mixture
of microscopic pieces of paper, glass, plastic or metal stripes
with attractive colors
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