Beneath the Skin
Photographic performance
1st photographic performance, 2018:
The photography studio became my canvas and I began. Removing my clothes and standing inside the sheer sack, I instructed my assistant to help me drape the tights I had stuffed with wires and plugs over my body and around my neck, I asked my assistant to tie the top of the sack so I was enclosed inside.
I thought against the tights I tried to throw them away from me, I wanted to look erratic and strange in this struggle against something that looks apart of me and is a part of us now. Making physical the difficult relationship, we have with our devices/profiles that we can’t seem to understand or have complete control of. Positioning myself in various awkward positions and almost spasming movements with the tights around me. I caressed them, hugged, examined and pushed them away.
This experience was suffocating and uncomfortable, but interestingly the images look almost graceful in an odd and disembodied way. They resemble a distorted figure, deformed and estranged, almost statue like. I was shocked at how graceful some looked, compared to the actual experience.
The outcome revealed the honest feelings of ugliness, attachment and anxiety that we hide behind the perfect reflection we put out of ourselves online.
The photography studio became my canvas and I began. Removing my clothes and standing inside the sheer sack, I instructed my assistant to help me drape the tights I had stuffed with wires and plugs over my body and around my neck, I asked my assistant to tie the top of the sack so I was enclosed inside.
I thought against the tights I tried to throw them away from me, I wanted to look erratic and strange in this struggle against something that looks apart of me and is a part of us now. Making physical the difficult relationship, we have with our devices/profiles that we can’t seem to understand or have complete control of. Positioning myself in various awkward positions and almost spasming movements with the tights around me. I caressed them, hugged, examined and pushed them away.
This experience was suffocating and uncomfortable, but interestingly the images look almost graceful in an odd and disembodied way. They resemble a distorted figure, deformed and estranged, almost statue like. I was shocked at how graceful some looked, compared to the actual experience.
The outcome revealed the honest feelings of ugliness, attachment and anxiety that we hide behind the perfect reflection we put out of ourselves online.