a lawn of legs...
I dont like scary things. They scare me.
Unlike Queen Michelle, I have a horror of horror movies.
Basically I don't want to look at things that will give me bad thoughts or bad dreams. Real life is more than full of enough of disturbing things.
So I'm a bit perturbed that my pinterest feed keeps showing me images of the work of Californian artist Deborah Colotti
"I am angry. I am hopeful. I am cynical, yet full of humor. Whereas my working environment is surrounded by vast natural vistas for peaceful appreciation, my studio is loaded with objects and references gathered for their qualitative symbolism, as well as their emotive and aesthetic appeal. My mind roams around seeking connections between the absurd and the commonplace that I then pare down to essential personal and social symbols. As I arrange and rearrange the objects layered meanings are revealed and developed."
Its her installations that are unnerving me. Less alarming is her work with barbies.
In 1996 she began the current series "The Barbs". To date she has created more than 150 interpretations of Barb in the real world.
Her life has always been stiffly perfect. Mine has not. None of my friends’ lives have been either. How could we possibly identify with something so elusive and uniquely bland? Rather than trying to make myself as frozen and superficial as a doll, I decided to make Barbie more like me. And more like the lives I see around me everyday.
Barb does not grow up to live in a pink palace, with scads of furniture, clothing, and accessories – rather she is a down-and-out Bag Lady. Or a Battered Wife. Or an angry Spitting Nails Barb. Perhaps she is a Molested Barb haunted by ghosts. Or an Alcoholic Barb drowned in her champagne glass. She’s pinched, and squeezed, and ripped, and peeled. Like real people, she has acne, gets fat, and becomes old and wrinkled.
Finally, this corporate image of unattainable and undesirable womanhood is tarred, feathered, and exiled.
I, and others who have seen these Barbs, feel released from the pervasive, yet strangely hidden, cultural straitjacket in which Barbie has attempted to imprison contemporary female identity. People laugh, wince, gasp, and ultimately recognize how Barbie has attempted to entwine them.
The laughter and revelation is crucial to our collective feminine soul.
Ok I'm off now tho check what treat my pinterest has for me today.
Please let it be fluffy kittens, narwhals and unicorns