The set of faces melted with plastic inspired by Grace Jones Jaun Paul Goude early fashion photographs I was trying to capture the idea of Transhumanism potrayal in modern future and culture. Transhumanism is a philosophical and intellectual movement that advocates the enhancement of the human condition by developing and making widely available new and future technologies that can greatly enhance longevity, cognition, and well-being. Transhumanist thinkers study the potential benefits and dangers of emerging technologies that could overcome fundamental human limitations, as well as the ethics of using such technologies. Some transhumanists speculate that human beings may eventually be able to transform themselves into beings of such vastly greater abilities as to merit the label of posthuman beings.

Plastic Transhuman 09

Remember You Are Dust

Erica 

It seemed to Erica that she was constantly being invited to parties. Endless spinning rooms of faces, crudités and clothing patterns. Plaid, polka dot, stripes, shiny vinyl, paisley, animal prints and celery stalks dizzyingly floated around Erica. With each soiree, her enthusiasm and willingness to socialize evaporated. She found less people to be interested in, and less people interested in her. No matter the event or party theme. There was her cousin Kate’s engagement party. Kate’s work friends were all clustered together gossiping about work, especially about someone named Andre. Erica stood nearby with a pained smile and tried to act interested. After a round of giggles and raised eyebrows regarding Andre, Erica attempted to join the happy group by breezily asking, “Whose Andre?”. “You don’t want to know” came the reply as the group shuttered down, thus ending any further exchange. The group all looked at Erica and like a dandelion facing a breeze, slowly floated away. Erica stood for minutes not knowing where to go. 

In January she went to a party for Kevin, who was one of her best friends in High School. They took the same art classes and hated the same teachers. She periodically stayed in touch with Kevin. In their early 20’s they went to museums, galleries and free outdoor concerts together along with a rotating cast of others who appeared like guest stars. In particular there was Kurt. Erica thought Kurt was interesting, thoughtful and attractive. He worked doing fund raising for not-for-profits, enjoyed lite jazz fusion and was an avid bike rider. They spent one night together after exploring used bookstores and having dinner at a hip Japanese/Cajun fusion restaurant. Kurt promised to call her once he got back from his cross country bike ride. She never heard from him again. Kevin told her that Kurt sent him a card stating that he had several enlightening experiences during his journey and decided not to return and to never bike again. Erica was disappointed yet understood. In a way she wished she could journey to someplace where it was not a strain to be social. Where people would “get” her and share similar interests. 

The party for Kevin was to celebrate a job promotion to district something or another. Kevin was a dear friend, yet Erica felt that the qualities, lifestyle and interests they shared were slowly melting away. She was introduced to what Kevin referred to as the cool people he worked with. Kevin whispered to Erica that these folks were “crazeee”, into the arts and she would love them. The conversation turned to film. It was an animated conversation with names of movies that she had only heard of on TV commercials and seen in the Young Adult Fiction section of bookstores. Lots of excited cooing about Aliens, Killers, Terminal Illness and Affairs. Burt, who shared an office with Kevin asked Erica if she had seen any good flicks. “Yes!” said Erica. I really loved “Le Cri du Coeur Adolescent Effrayé”\*! Is that Spanish someone asked? I think it’s an Italian cop comedy another said. “I don’t like movies where I can’t understand the language”, Burt said. “Except for kung-fu movies! Getting smacked around sounds the same in any language.” Everyone cracked up except for a puzzled Erica. 

It was at Janet’s 10th annual holiday get-together that Erica truly felt isolated from those around her. Being that it was the 10th year, Janet went all out and rented Roxanne’s Lair and invited everyone she knew to bring friends. Janet invited Erica who she did not really understand but respected her as an independent thinker. Janet felt that knowing Erica reflected well on her. Many times, friends would ask Janet, “Who was that quite woman who seems very smart? How do you know her?” Roxanne’s had been a hot club a few years back but was now lukewarm. It still had a powerful sound system which was great for dancing but not for talking. Not that anyone wanted to talk. They wanted to drink, dance, feel good and dance some more. It was a bombastic frenzy of whirling arms and legs. Everyone was having a fantastic time. Everyone except for one lone figure who found the music tedious, the inability to carry on a conversation because of the volume annoying, and the short attention span of those spastically pirouetting around her irritating. As the fervor increased, Erica receded. She could not relate to the crowd. She needed to make a change. It was not fair to blame others if they did not enjoy her company and see her as she saw herself. It was at this point Erica thought that she might take up bike riding and plan a very long ride.

\*"The Cry of the Frightened Adolescent Heart".

  

Erica...

The Latin word ‘universum’ means to be turned into a single whole. I made a quilt titled 'A Boy's World' for my oldest son, it was handed down to my second child who loved it to tatters. Grown soft and worn with all the washings it was tucked away when outgrown. As my child grew into an adult she realized she was in the wrong body and her transition began. In cutting up this quilt I snipped away at the past, questioning my role as a mother. It's satisfying to transform a beloved quilt into a piece to sit in the light for all to see, as she has.

  
Method: machine quilted, hand & machine constructed, burned, painted

Materials: my children’s beloved quilt, curtains, cotton & other textiles, aluminum wire, polyester stuffing, cotton batting, thread, matte medium

Echinacea VI: FireFinch (ignis Fringillidae Universum)

_Contemplating lost plans, nostalgia, and the fragmentation of dissociation prompts reflection on what occurs when connections break, whether intentionally or not. Uncoupling, regardless of its scale or emotional investment, represents an event in itself – a link severed from a chain._

_What becomes of the plans made? The memories retained? And how does retrospection unfold? Over time, faces fade, and words become increasingly inaudible, falling into the realm of forgotten recollections._

  
_As we grapple with the complexities of loss, it's imperative to acknowledge the fallacy inherent in its aftermath. While genuine growth often emerges from loss, navigating this process proves challenging due to the unreliable nature of human memory. Our minds have a tendency to magnify both the positive and negative associations with loss, a phenomenon known as rosy retrospection, distorting our perception of reality._

  
_Despite the method of loss, such as the modern phenomenon of "ghosting," which is often socially acceptable yet morally dubious, understanding its cognitive fallacy is crucial. While viewing events through "rose-colored glasses" may temporarily boost self-esteem and well-being, it can also perpetuate detachment from genuine human connections, prompting reflection on the societal implications of practices like ghosting and their impact on the erosion of community and intimacy._

  
_Is ghosting truly as devastating as it initially seems, or is it merely a product of contemporary terminology? While it may appear as a newer social phenomenon, the act of ghosting is not entirely novel, as people have severed connections long before the advent of 21st-century communication technologies. At its core, ghosting represents a simple act – a sudden and abrupt break in communication, devoid of the usual niceties or genuine closure, leaving behind a lingering sense of confusion and pain._

“Casper Rose”

Man and the Bouquet

I decided to explore what could awaken memories and started moving from more familiar media such as videos, photographs, events, people, etc. to the less obvious — a household waste and it’s unique ability to stir memories or, if taken a step further, even simulate scenarios and «create events and effects».

  

The Day in August

Large, multicoloured abstract artwork.

Sometimes, inspiration strikes in unexpected ways. After a hiatus from the studio, I returned to my canvas waiting, but the original vision had shifted. So I embraced the unexpected and covered it in a vibrant array of acrylic spray paints. Thus creating a truly unique base layer. The name **“Breakthrough”** holds a deeper meaning for me - it reflects both the positive and negative aspects of my journey. While I’ve been experiencing breakthrough seizures, I remain hopeful for a breakthrough in treatment. Here’s to art, resilience and the pursuit of breakthroughs in every form.

Mixed media on a deep-edged canvas measuring 36" x 36"

As seen on a beer can in May 2024 by @hiddenriverbeer.

The painting is being sold unframed and will be accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.

It will be sent wrapped in glassine paper to protect the front, corner protectors held on by cling wrap, encased in a waterproof bubble wrap and packaged in double-walled cardboard.

FREE UK DELIVERY 

20% will be donated to The National Brain Appeal

'Breakthrough'

FUNGO - STANDARD PLAYING CARDS

The Spinner deep in thought

The inspiration behind this unique artwork stems from an original photography series that tells the story of a ghostly skeleton who once inhabited the vicinity of an abandoned slaughterhouse in my hometown in Virginia.

Ghost Girl Lost in the Woods

  
A look on my childhood and the nostalgia of a time where the digital realm wasn't constantly interfering with the present moment.

The accordion player

Coast

Esquina azul en Lisboa

"notre solitude (jour llll-l)"

Somewhere

The 'Sexy AF' Collection"

Pooja Pawaskar's 'Sexy AF' emerges as a bold evolution from her reflective 'In the Gaps Left Behind,' inspired by nature's enduring dance between creation and erosion. This new collection celebrates the beauty of life's impermanence, urging us to own and flaunt our unique journeys and transformations.

'Sexy AF' is a manifesto of self-celebration, encouraging viewers to embrace their individuality and the marks left by their experiences with pride. Through her artistry in wood and metal, Pooja crafts narratives that resonate with the philosophy of wabi-sabi, finding beauty in the natural flaws of existence.

This collection bridges sculpture and design, offering an immersive experience that invites reflection on our singular stories. 'Sexy AF' is not just a visual delight but a tactile odyssey, celebrating the sexy allure of being alive and unique.

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