So, as you can see, it was pretty dark in there. It was in a bar, the show was full of drunk people and there were glasses being smashed all over the place-but I'll get to that later. 

I mounted the lenticular prints on these oscillating fans, for passive enjoyment pleasure. I cut out the blades and filled the insides of the fans with moss and wax fruit. The fans are a nod to one of my heros David Hammons and dually inspired by Kenya Robinson, a great artist I feel very lucky to call friend. What I like about the fans is that they are alive (with electricity) so they are like a proxy for myself, animating a story. The flowers, moss and wax fruit nod to the fact that this is not alive but actually more of a still life. 

A note about the subject
I don't know if you know Fleur, my model. She's a bodybuilder, among many other things (dragon slayer, artist, bartender). She's the sort of woman who leaves one job at 2am and says "So tired...I'm going to the gym." The word 'sleep' is in her vocabulary, but it doesn't extend any further into her life. Making a static portrait of this woman would be like describing the purpose of a car strictly in terms of its scent. She's a machine. 

Here's another piece I had in the show. We'll call it Booby Trap, or the experiment in getting other people to break shit for me as a cathartic measure to assuage my own personal frustration. Maybe that's TMI. We'll call it Booby Trap. 

Boob clown/abrasax/cosmic maternity lenticular print here was mounted onto this medicine cabinet that was left open just a peak so you can see all the lovely treasures inside. All of the treasures (some you might recognize as my artwork)hold some sort of medicinal value to me, mostly in the spiritual sense. If you're so curious, we can talk about it just between us. I will say that you can't meditate with hemorrhoids. Notice the lovely handmade Italian shot glasses on the bottom shelf, dipped in genuine 24k gold, they were filled with tiny seashell and sea urchin spines.

Looking at the medicine cabinet, you got just a peak of the inside, being nosy you open it up and OH SHIT! one of those fine shot glasses falls out, sending a spray of shattered Italian glass, 24k gold and seashells everywhere. Good job Dude, not only did you touch the art, but you broke it. Just kidding that was meant to happen.

The little glasses were fixed, so that each time it was opened one would fall out. Responses varied. Sometimes it would cause everyone nearby to quiet and take off in different directions away from the piece; sometimes the culprit would freeze in place and look around until reassured by the neighboring bartender that it was supposed to do that; and one kind soul came up to me and said 'ohmigosh I'm so sorry I just broke your art.' 

So there ya go, not only am I very kind, but I'm also an asshole.

THANK YOU to everyone who came, and everyone who sent their condolences that they couldn't be there. Thank you for reading and checking out the pieces, please leave a comment below with questions or responses. ALSO, all of these pieces are for sale. They'll be in the shop I'm still working on, and you can message me for a price in the meanwhile.


You can email me at PetraSzillions(at)gmail.com 

My latest animation. People keep asking me what the boob clown means to me, so here it is animated: maternity, non-judgement, enlightenment and humor. DIY religion.  

I attended two conferences recently: Inside 3D Printing Conference and Expo at Javits Center in NYC and Worlds of Wonder Conference on the Queerness of Childhood at Williams College. 3D printing, gender theory and child development are all informing my artistic practice right now, so it was a blessing to listen to people who have devoted their lives to these fields speak their knowledge. I'll do a brief overview of both conferences and give a little info on how one might make their own 3D print.    

So, 3D printing, for those who don't know is sorta sparking a manufacturing revolution, whereby consumer products can be produced a lower economic and ecological impact. Furthermore, they provide the ability for consumers to produce goods for themselves at home. With a desktop 3D printer you can 3D scan an existing good with a 3D scanner, 3D scanning phone app or Wii game console, or download or draw your own CAD design and print out what you need. IE you're out of clean forks...no need to do dishes, you can just print up another one, and, while your at it, you can update the open source fork design you downloaded to make each fork tine a tiny phallus.   

Obviously this holds huge potential for artists. Whereas the process of casting and molding can take weeks and requires a costly collection of tools and materials, 3D printing allows artists to quickly reproduce existing objects or create new ones from home or via mail-in service such as Shapeways, iMaterialize or Sculpteo. Some notable artists who have been exploring the possibilities include Frank Stella, fashion designer Iris Van Herpen, hat designers Elvis Pompilio and my favorite Heidi Lee, and YBA Marc Quinn- famous for his sculptures of Kate Moss and frozen sculptures of his head in his own blood. Here's a little interview with him: http://blogs.wsj.com/scene/2013/01/29/marc-quinn-on-3-d-printing-kate-moss-and-cultural-hallucination/?mod=WSJBlog

3D printing is usually done in a variety of plastics with a range of colors and opacities. 3D printing is also available in ceramics, industrial and precious metals, human cells (to create organs) and chocolate. Unlike CSS, which carves from an existing piece of material, 3D printing actually prints the materials as an Epson would ink. 

The coolest part of the conference, aside from speaking to Joris Debo of MGX by Materialize, was seeing a 3D printer that could create full color 3D objects using ink and standard copier paper, pictured below. I was told that these paper 3D prints have the lowest ecological impact.  

Big thanks to my surrogate aunt Tonya Forrest for tuning me in to 3D printing and telling me to "Go print something, anything, even start with your name."  Thank job my elders are hipper than I am. 

Thanks to organizer Anna Fishzon, best history of fashion professor ever, for allowing me to attend. The highlight of the event was seeing her really get down, ready to pop at 8 months pregnant, to the musical stylings of Rocco Katastrophe (Rocco and I later bonded over our toxic and codependent relationship with social media, and our healthy relationship with our non-media socializing partners.)

It was a great conference. I learned a lot about various approaches to child development and how one might rear a queer child, the word queer being used within the full capacity of its etymological roots. I work a lot with kids age 3-8 and have encountered a few gender variant children, and I have now learned that it is not OK to give them special treatment and ask their parents if I can borrow them for cross dressing play dates.  This might be an inadvertent means of drawing further attention to what really shouldn't be such a big deal. Little Timmy likes to dress like a mermaid? Big deal, I like to dress like a hobo.

I was also introduced to the concept of homo-normativity. Much like hetero-normativity, it creates an image of (albeit homo) heterogeneity that excludes any and all forms of social deviancy which might include overt sexuality, flamboyant behavior or anything else outside the norm. One might see examples of homo-normativity in childrens' books about gay parenting, young adult fiction about queerness or advertisements that feature homosexual couples to sell products or concepts.      

I'm not really that technology savvy, but I found a way and I'll tell you how. I found a free online CAD program for small children (not really, but pretty much), in my case it was Tinkercad, but they just decided to go out of business so here is a list of alternatives: http://blog.makezine.com/2013/03/28/free-alternatives-to-tinkercad/

I made a little design:   

I chose from one of the affiliated 3D printing services (I chose Sculpteo and Shapeways...big ups to my girl Nora at Sculpteo). Chose the size and materials...originally it was 6 feet in solid gold, but I had to rethink based solely on the ecological impact of such a resource intensive project and settled on a more modestly sized resin model (I've got a ceramic one in the pipes). Then I paid just slightly too much money and received my little friend in the mail after a few weeks:

Cool, huh? 
 
Questions? Comments. Concerns!? Shoot...just not with a 3D printed gun. 

My collegiate artistic studies were focused in video and performance art (somewhere I have a video of myself interviewing another version of myself with the word "TAMPAX" shaved into my head- I'll find it and GIF that shit). I spent a lot of time studying digital cameras and the latest post-production software. It was good, it was fun, and, most importantly, I felt cool.  
Upon graduating and losing access to a well-endowed production studio, I started painting. It was as much a gain as a loss: free of blue computer light I was able to return to a regular sleep schedule, I get to work with my hands, I get to partake in an ancient tradition that satisfies our primal need to push mud around with a hairy stick, and I have more than just data to show for a hard day's work. 

Recently, however, I've started to feel out of touch. I sit around partaking in this 32,000 year old tradition, repackaging the same issues that have beguiled us since the dawn of inception, and I'm feeling like I could be a little more contemporary. (Side note: I also live in an old barn in one of the oldest states in the country, most of my friends are over the age of 50 (I'm 25) and, most alarmingly, much of the new pop music on the radio is made by people younger than myself. Holy shit, I am getting too old to be a pop star.)

Last week, to make myself feel less antiquated, I signed myself up for some photoshop lessons with Karen Wheeler (http://www.karenart.com/ ) in New Haven to start working the ole techno-digi muscles again. This is what I've made so far, and it is certainly affecting my sleep pattern.