VB33 – Sugar Mountain
Calming our minds; paying attention; noticing our breath; celebrating life.
Calming our minds; paying attention; noticing our breath; celebrating life.
My [stuff / shit] is my identity
I am artificial
baptizing the noob
the immersion and weightlessness of liquid space
Do avatars grow old?
I take you?
man (sic) is the measure of all things
not so grandiose as a “resurrection,” simpler, like a “return”
not like atoms, but like bits
and they fit just right
Sometimes art is just painful.
Life is fractal.
Life. Sculpting.
I Rez, Therefore I Am.
I’m just a pawn in your chess game.
I am a Platonic Solid.
If Cinderella were an avatar, she’d still have to do everyone’s laundry.
How do I live in a world where “beauty” is free?
Pick one: I (Love / Hate) you because you’re different.
I am a child.
Do avatars die?
At the Burning Man regional event “Burning Life” we play with fire.
Exploring the dressed & naked avatar body and the embodiment of truth.
Frozen moments awaiting a spectacle in the courtyard of Chinese College, Monash University, Melbourne.
Impossible IRL, avatars become clone pairs wearing identical bodies.
A blind Oracle in a Delphic temple who sees more than most of us dare.
Wearing design competition winning scarves in our performance at St. Leo University.
Our cast suspended from specimen hooks inside bell jars.
The heat of wetware vis-a-vis the coolness of mid-century geometric abstraction.