Showing posts with label Manifesto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manifesto. Show all posts

Friday, September 23, 2011

Can art be fun?

ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.
ART CAN BE FUN.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

skeleton bonez




My artist statement (longer version)



Body Without Organs
Artist Statement (in alphabetical order)
Michelle Liane Baillargeon
I am for an art that is Abject
I am for an art that is Alien
I am for an art that is Asphyxiating
I am for an art that is Atrophying 
I am for an art that is Bleeding & Pooling & Circulating
I am for an art that is Corporeal
I am for an art that is Decomposing
I am for an art that is Dying
I am for an art that is Ejaculatory
I am for an art that is Erupting
I am for an art that is Excretory
I am for an art that is Exodus
I am for an art that is Foamy
I am for an art that is Genesis
I am for an art that is Inert until Active
I am for an art that Lies in Wait
I am for an art that is Lurid
I am for an art that is Malignant
I am for an art that is Mirrored
I am for an art that is Molting
I am for an art that is Monstrous
I am for an art that is Orificial
I am for an art that is Piling Onto Itself
I am for an art that is Refractory
I am for an art that is Regurgitating
I am for an art that is Reproducing
I am for an art that is Repulsive
I am for an art that is Secretory
I am for an art that is Shape-Shifting
I am for an art that is Shedding
I am for an art that is Shiny
I am for an art that is Slimy
I am for an art that is Spawning
I am for an art that Spills It’s Eggsac
I am for an art that is Synthesizing
I am for an art that is Tactile
I am for an art that is Venus Fly Trap-like
I am for an art that is Viscous

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Mother of the Monsters

My working artist statement is sort of like a creepy manifesto, written by a crazed and lonely individual; obsessed with ideas of like, sulphuric, bubbling, and regurgitative alien environments, inhospitable to human life force.

...My tinfoil helmet keeps my head warm.

click for easier reading
She will digest you whole