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Offer Me Protection
Tits are hard and hearts are tight.
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The doll is disarticulated.
She has no body, no substance.
Too many words.
The items that once adorned her have been displaced, transformed, solidified, magnified, metallized, amplified.
Her body evokes both desire and disgust.
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Mother Nature is a Whore.
Sexual cliché,
Offer me consolation.
Tight lacing, cold steel.
Geometry meets the curves of human bodies.
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The weight and dimensions of an object changed.
It forces one to take up a space,
To continually question our relationships with objects.
With nature, with others.
It’s a way of decentralizing our view of the human body.
To explore other narratives.
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Mother was the garden Fairy.
She seeks to find softness in the blurred constraints of domination.
She reacts to a world where the reason is placed above
The irrational of the earth, the magic in the depths of the body and its flesh.
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The skin we offer.
Expanding.
How can she speak if you’ve stolen her voice?
She erects her limbs in a lust for breath.
Sketch of an inflatable heart.
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Creating together is a way of telling the story of our sisterly love and our eternal ambivalence towards the absurdity of this world. A staged assemblage that strives to show vulnerability and control. Through an ongoing and intuitive research, we are proposing a vision that is both performative and tangible. A status-quo of our mutual collection of questions and emotions. A sensory archive of forms, oddities and memories of joy and rage. Pleasure and aversion. Emotions that both unite and disperse.
Performance Teaser:
@anilsarikaya @bylauragauch
Look Photos:
@salvatoredefilippophotography
Creative Direction: @hgkbasel_doingfashion @bylauragauch