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a murky screen in bright sunlight. Its hard to make out the details of
my browser. What I can see is the reflection of my face leaning against
a textured cement wall, what could be a pixel image of myself
embedded in the document itself. Im interested in analyzing my mind
and body in relationship to aesthetics and objects in my world that is,
through one lens, framed by technology. How does my body, and my
passion for art and aesthetics, relate to other zones of production?
While I keep my limbs adorned in aesthetic displays of found and
purchased objects, I also watch the process at which I transition the
organic and sublime through my organic amoeba and frame the
images by using digital media-a process of creation. An explanation
through a specific narrative: my squishy lips and squinting eyes look
out an oval airplane window as the aeroplane ascents, to reveal a
circular rainbow wrapping around the airplane as a splash of bass
drops in Kygo and Marvin Gaye. This sort of sublime psychedelia is a
design I have desired since, to cherish, even recreate, through video
editing of works inspired by this moment on software like Final Cut Pro
and iMovie. My organic body is a vessel moved by the organic
sublime, and works as a transition point between one organic object
to an inorganic creation.
What do I wear to the DJ club? Today, Im wearing a shiny black
raincoat with a hood and yellow stripes on its sleeves, knit tights that
cascade down my legs, looking like grey and blue seaweed, thin shoes
made out of leather, and a cotton t-shirt. My tights were made in Japan
and I found the jacket in the trunk of my car. The leather shoes I got in
a town in Massachusetts. When I think about how I want to look some
nights, I usually think about images of other people and of art that I
found on the Internet. I scrolled through images of fishnet tights and
they landed on me and wrapped around my legs. I want them, and with
my fingers that follow algorithms, itll happen. Something I dont do is
pay attention to the subtle contours of my body when I lace it up. Dont
buy dresses for an hourglass shape or bellbottom jeans. What I do
notice is how my body moves once in the venue, white skirts pushing
against the body and a waxy jacket uncomfortably lumped over my
arms. My eyes connect with someone who is feeling the song just as
much as me, and we share an incredibly intimate moment as we move
bodies in our outfits. My body, a plant well hidden beneath layers of
inorganic, consumed objects (that have a streak of organicism in their
origins), moves organically, while pushing the inorganic outwards. This
phenomenon could be described by the Icelandic word, ortt, meaning
twisted in a loop.
What inspires my organic body to express itself in an inorganic
object form is the sublime. I can imagine how psychedelia dictates my
conception of aesthetics. My brain is grooved by the sheer weight of an
image of a vivid rainbow. I have wanted to recreate this ephemeral