true bromance

nuance

I wonder what it's like.

To have syrup in your bones.

Song: Ants by edIT

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blood lamp

Mike Thompson
Blood Lamp

'What if power came at a cost to the individual?

The average American consumes 3383kwh of energy per year. That’s equivalent to leaving the light on in 4 rooms for a whole year. The simple flick of a switch allows us to power appliances and gadgets 24/7 without a thought to where it comes from and the cost to the environment.

For the lamp to work one breaks the top off, dissolves the powder, and uses their own blood to power a simple light. By creating a lamp that can only be used once, the user must consider when light is needed the most, forcing them to rethink how wasteful they are with energy, and how precious it is.'

Watching: Snow White and the Huntsman

marina

'The video images in Balkan Baroque are spatially organized like a triptych, in the middle of which there is a life-size portrait showing Abramovic as a dual self. In the first part she is dressed in a white doctor's topcoat and acts as a scientist-zoologist who tells the story of the creation of the Wolf-Rats in the Balkans, animals that, when placed under unbearable conditions (one would say, like humans in war), begin to destroy each other. In the second part, she transforms into a woman - a 'typical' Balkan tavern singer who amuses the (male) audience - dancing, as if possessed, to the sounds of a folk melody (…). On the left and right there are video portraits of her mother and father, both of whom broke with the religious background of the Christian Orthodox families, went to the partisans, took part in the National Liberation War (1941-45), and joined the Communist Party. (…) The video-portrait with parents is installed in a dark room in which one could hardly notice three copper sculptures containing water, suggesting a spiritual purification. The act of self-purification is, however, performed by Abramovic who, for six hours a day over four consecutive days washes with a metal brush, soap and water a pile of cowbones, scraping the last bits of meat from them. This purification 'to the bone', as suggested by the expression itself, this clearing away of ballast (beautiful or ugly, pleasant or unpleasant, personal and collective past), becomes an individual work of mourning without which no rite of passage can occur.'

 (Source: Bojana Pejic in Balkan Epic, exhibition catalogue Pirelli Museum, Milan, 2006)

- Marina Abramovic 

Balkan Baroque

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