~We have always said the same thing.-
“I can observe my own body cut open without suffering !….I can see myself all the way down to my viscera, a new stage of gaze. I can see to the heart of my lover and it’s splendid design has nothing to do with symbolics mannered usually drawn…”
I came across this wonderful french artist in my research for a uni assignment. Her work (photography, installations, sculpture, performances and more) have much to do with transcending the essentialist, Judeo-Christian ideology of the fixed, static and unmodified body and embracing the virtual, the imagined and the modified through the use of technology.
(Photos from www.orlan.eu)
Natchez - 10 yr old Florence died in 1871. She was extremely frightened of storms and her grief-stricken mother had Florence’s casket constructed with a glass window at the head. The grave was dug to provide an area, the same depth of the coffin, at the child’s head, but this area had steps that would allow the mother to descend to her daughter’s level so she could comfort her during storms. To shelter the mother, metal trap doors were installed over the area the mother would occupy.
I have an appetite for the creepy and macabre, but sometimes I find something that is both creepy and incredibly touching.This is one of those things.