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An exploration of self-indulgent creative aspirations.
Vignettes of simple discoveries.
A space in between the extremes of reality and dreams.
A journey without real pursuit but with real vivacity.
Sometimes, I meet someone in class. A potential friend. A potential more-than-friends. And the best relationships develop slowly. So slowly.
But they only seem slow because Berkeley is so transient. Every person you meet is a fleeting moment, a wisp of air.
The class ends, and the only real connection left is through social media, or even worse, the connection just ends there.
But what if that class lasted longer. What if you have a another class together, or join the same club, or make a mutual friend?
Or what if you’re like me, and just feel disappointed, and suppress the desire for more intimacy, whether it be friends or more-than-friends, and just throw yourself back into a life composed of fluttering moments, strung together precariously by your sense of self. That’s supposed to be enough. Right?
@10 months ago with 1 noteRook Floro. Shell.
UK-based Thai sculptor Rook Floro uses his skillful hands to reproduce the human form as shadows of himself. Previously, in his sculptural performance piece titled Shadow, Floro represented his self-professed weakness defined by his desire to be the culturally created and accepted interpretation of perfection — something that is realistically unattainable. In a similar fashion, his newer sculptural work titled Shell figuratively expresses his inner turmoil breaking through his masking persona.
Shell depicts a broken man, literally and metaphorically speaking, teetering between his yearning for change and his self-acceptance. The simultaneous pull in either direction has left this fragmenting figure as just a shell of a man. The artist says the sculpture is “a comment upon how every time a person tries to become someone they are not, they lose their true selves bit by bit leaving behind a part of them” and admits that the piece represents “a part of my true self left behind after an attempt to become perfect in my own right.” (by Pinar)
