tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48696643785908774422024-03-05T01:59:03.708-08:00Katya Grokhovsky: "15th April 2010-15th April 2011"Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-1702211450572586462011-04-15T14:11:00.000-07:002011-04-22T13:51:18.170-07:00fifty nine: 15th April 2010 - 15th April 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MgChSn00uVJqq1ju7M75E1BuErVtwtGoOylmblGAO0vA5rsqpQzssVos-oh1D9T5Hz47lcYF5UEnW4e5fU_NOqIpVr0mVHcDLd3bWQrJLmDtqGP3viYncxffEre6VqzgnidSJXmzi4KB/s1600/15_mg1644-copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MgChSn00uVJqq1ju7M75E1BuErVtwtGoOylmblGAO0vA5rsqpQzssVos-oh1D9T5Hz47lcYF5UEnW4e5fU_NOqIpVr0mVHcDLd3bWQrJLmDtqGP3viYncxffEre6VqzgnidSJXmzi4KB/s400/15_mg1644-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596010154328881378" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Status Update, 2011<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxi4rliWI4cG0q-7wAhGdNlKqKjSOLn8SfxshXq1JxaTpLtdaPK0ae_1dylyao73O4G_eQVRGfuPJ5vRhj2ku8Rvf2N8xQOJxIBkPxBMw7GHJX5VrWS9h-MUSjXeNLt6_STo-Va_GUcec/s1600/th-15_mg1668-copy.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"As a woman I have no country. As a woman I have the whole world", Virginia Woolf</span><br /><br />I must, must I?<br />CONTRACTUALLY BOUND to my body of work:<br />this body I own,<br />Body I bend this way, diagonally and that way, perpendicular, LOOK: it has been a joy,<br /><br />Bound:<br />and to enjoy freedom, I shall control myself:<br />Bound:<br />by own self-made system and manufactured love of writing,<br />auto-criticized fictionalized prose and bedtime art story,<br /><br />let me release you:<br /><br />If I could Turn Back Time<br />Time shall be ours<br />Ours once again: I'll do it all again<br />over again<br /><br />oh, painfully and sentimentally aware:<br /><br />where does this fall<br />which side do you take?<br />Where do you stand, shaking violently from all fears?<br />Perhaps a certain hopelessness falls on my shoulders,<br />perhaps one more spoon of the deliciously sweet dark honey of art instruction,<br />one more<br />one more<br />perhaps, once more<br /><br />what have you re-learned?<br /><br />I touch the keyboard:<br />another fleeting thought, another crowded day, another limitless life, another limit I mistake for a hat:<br /><br />Remember:<br />A contract has been made<br />A year ago,<br /><br />Approaching =<br /><br />Oh, let it be a lyrical journey,<br />a poetic world of my microtopia<br />As an alien in a magical land of stars:<br /><br />No love can Match the Beauty of Their faces<br />Carry away with my Love Song<br /><br />OH, Amore<br /><br />Whisper so sweetly, softly, whisper, whisper a half and half, word, word to me, no words<br />Come color , come all colors<br />Come to me: baby blue<br /><br />OH, do not ever keep me waiting<br />It is between us<br />all<br />There is no her place<br />No world<br />This and That and Art and I conceptualize and idealize<br />stagnating ever so slightly, sometimes, on purpose<br /><br />Let me grow my Universal from My personal,<br /><br />And towards passion! Yes, passion! Remember?<br />This passion I buy into.<br />Oh, boy! Feminist I am after all, and angry and hungry and all there is, to it:<br /><br />I stand and slowly DANCE to it and let's get Faster, yell and laugh out loud and let us get loud and<br />rejoin the living and the memory of this!<br /><br />keep at it: love me, love my art<br /><br />What's in a year?<br />the numbered days, the short hours, the lengthy minutes, the prolonged seconds, the split hairs of time of my time, time forgotten, time lost , time gained, time gone, time found<br /><br />Time has been Money<br />Money Time<br />Timed Perfectly and arranged in rows<br /><br />trickling: slowing down and speeding my pulse<br />blood of stones<br />short, brief, and fictional, factual, actual<br />closing, opening, flying south<br />North, I haven't yet<br /><br />The thoughts, the ideas, the monumental, the minimal, post-critical<br />I am exhausted, my mind is swollen, my eyes flicker<br />I, a machine, Oh, my Machine, keep at it, keep working hard<br />Working Hard<br /><br />And She has dealt the blows<br />And she has been given All<br />Heaven and Hell, she made her own<br />And then there were many more<br /><br />Many more of her of them of what<br /><br />Art: Once MORE !<br /><br />and kindly words of gratitude:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">THANK YOU TO MY FELLOW GRADUATE FAMILY AT SAIC</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">THANK YOU TO ALL MY ADVISERS, VISITING ARTISTS , INSTRUCTORS AND PROFESSORS AT SAIC</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">THANK YOU TO MY PARENTS</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">THANK YOU TO MY READERS</span><br /><br />SAIC 2011 MFA Thesis Exhibition:<br />Opening: 29th April, 2011, 6-10pm<br />30th April-21st May 2011, Sullivan Galleries, SAIC, Chicago<br /><br />Book Signing Performance<br />MFA Sculpture Group Exhibition<br />May 6th-11th, 2011<br />Zhou B Art Centre, Chicago<br /><br />SAIC 2011 Graduation ceremony:<br />21st May 2011, Frank Gehry's Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Millenium Park, Chicago<br />Commencement Speaker: Patti Smith<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"NOTHING HAS REALLY HAPPENED UNTIL IT HAS BEEN RECORDED" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Virginia Woolf</span><br /><br /><br />THANK YOU......<br />............................Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-11769220293215090042011-04-09T20:18:00.000-07:002011-04-14T21:54:38.270-07:00fifty eight: Almost and fulfilling and sugary satisfaction on the Day of Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0rFmzUiFvzNz0oCgIoFRauwpxI1NlKizeLwdbZjph5J3tYh5DMZJMpxfIM1P8kAqEHIyzpQHXoM9SLthDSPby-5zpG4qYA8wvCA614J5z9ykD89KnaEiQ_sXBtiyjlq5TkGEcgiaLvi-/s1600/Picture+22.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0rFmzUiFvzNz0oCgIoFRauwpxI1NlKizeLwdbZjph5J3tYh5DMZJMpxfIM1P8kAqEHIyzpQHXoM9SLthDSPby-5zpG4qYA8wvCA614J5z9ykD89KnaEiQ_sXBtiyjlq5TkGEcgiaLvi-/s400/Picture+22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595661326798578850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZlzeo9YZLPM7lZGz4G-45dYZOjrYzEa-fl4fjE3jvL5XabwW62i1Sd2grIMFQ87qei4SSZx2NsXAMVq1YSuU_OlO0nPAn1qtwNXhH4KKRLbSVWfhNwvO4LdrUoP1tJzSQAmvuIljKw1v/s1600/Picture+20.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZlzeo9YZLPM7lZGz4G-45dYZOjrYzEa-fl4fjE3jvL5XabwW62i1Sd2grIMFQ87qei4SSZx2NsXAMVq1YSuU_OlO0nPAn1qtwNXhH4KKRLbSVWfhNwvO4LdrUoP1tJzSQAmvuIljKw1v/s400/Picture+20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595652760895623618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0qRMHSnsYK2nJAClDbPmb5UjQi2qokHbvyB4BrVkcfLTjW04YI7-usmKaq2YuEsoEMh9ApGX08mNxrAz2bHcj4rWuuTaqnjPJC_XXAYdkGCU4N9MFTuN2DknTJorrp6gaTzupedfJKCx/s1600/Picture+19.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0qRMHSnsYK2nJAClDbPmb5UjQi2qokHbvyB4BrVkcfLTjW04YI7-usmKaq2YuEsoEMh9ApGX08mNxrAz2bHcj4rWuuTaqnjPJC_XXAYdkGCU4N9MFTuN2DknTJorrp6gaTzupedfJKCx/s400/Picture+19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595652632423264322" border="0" /></a>Katya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grokhovsky</span>, 2011, Untitled(heroic)<br /><br />Constructed illuminations, whilst I blow that candle of my Birthday.<br />Another.<br /><br />Post-relational automatics and I contrive this to be all:<br />tiny wishes coming true, everything is riding on this one small plastic candle, the light of which highlights my unspoken gratitude. A piece of cheesecake, on the house, it tastes of the years full of opportunities: smallest details and extreme loveliness of the future, promised and forgiven.<br />Thank you for all and to be and to come again, and to feel once again for all your true roaming hearts. Once upon a time, once again and surely, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">neverending</span>, the fairytale starts.<br /><br />A NEW PLACE TO Fulfill<br />cherish<br />behold<br /><br />Critical and subjective, whilst I softly whisper:<br />so lucky so lucky<br /><br />And the desire to jump out of my glowing skin smelling like Dior, Miss<br />Auto-love, auto-addiction, I blame self for I am,<br /><br />Addicted<br /><br />memorial to multiplicity and others: hopefully<br />hopeless monuments<br />the altar of my sacrificed and treasured past<br />undefinable nation<br />flickered lights of theories<br />heavy sounds<br /><br />historical and heroic classicism of unimaginable passions<br />you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">posses</span> nothing<br />gently gently<br />your red balloon<br />your ornamental present<br />careful careful<br />they suffer hard<br />they play strongly against your will<br />Liberty leading the people: she said, impending doom foreboding<br />said to be true<br />to what end this happens to be true<br />did I find<br />Did I find a place for us: for you ?<br />our father and parental guidance have been extreme and I build you a gold platform to stand on and be treasured and trash your senses to the streets<br />the streets full of music<br />yours mindfully<br />sound of, Oh Russia,<br />talk to their souls<br />Yes, souls, I utilize the word here as necessity of my Romantic hope.<br /><br />in the buildings, they camp and nest<br /><br />wait, touch, look, LOOK at me, look, stare, I accept<br />fearful, slight, greedy, impatient, I open the book<br />mine....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.katyagrokhovsky.com/">http://www.katyagrokhovsky.com</a>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-91209056666276323482011-04-03T16:03:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:15:28.775-07:00fifty seven: Standing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzRdTG9TanawD4O10SHOywr1lUwCMInE90djPRnMJX_M97W5tdXiVIeKEMZ-Kibc_15RkHp0jj5HSYA8jYRwLZa-cgAzlNAbPZDvbjBtu1U0lsK5Uf4qwaScJMa7u9dWeknBzowXFUmcL/s1600/Picture+17.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzRdTG9TanawD4O10SHOywr1lUwCMInE90djPRnMJX_M97W5tdXiVIeKEMZ-Kibc_15RkHp0jj5HSYA8jYRwLZa-cgAzlNAbPZDvbjBtu1U0lsK5Uf4qwaScJMa7u9dWeknBzowXFUmcL/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595643623058771154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3ZcrT5CKBwHTP0uQiL5UVdW-Lplnr4rqxlt4tvQhjNauPaEK0Otk6PyjdEliah2IdSEqRXn4ej17_xZmtjCO60snQ4H7cHtFWLAayEg-kvQCWYVVme3YC4spWE9tk2TqIEI-dSxWR3Jz/s1600/Picture+16.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA3ZcrT5CKBwHTP0uQiL5UVdW-Lplnr4rqxlt4tvQhjNauPaEK0Otk6PyjdEliah2IdSEqRXn4ej17_xZmtjCO60snQ4H7cHtFWLAayEg-kvQCWYVVme3YC4spWE9tk2TqIEI-dSxWR3Jz/s400/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595638010653349026" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky "Untitled (heroic)", 2011<br /><br />"The women on Death row have murdered, in most cases children, in most cases, their own.<br />The men have murdered in most cases, women." Julie Carr, 100 Notes on violence.<br /><br />Feeling great or not at all, fatigue and words, as such, per reasonable doubt. Bones, skull, hair, blood. Rooftop and vodka and cigarettes and sometimes no Body is perceived per se.<br /><br />Here we are, at your graciously built station, in an elegant city of precious ideas, not letting go. A single second away, a second of a second of your time, let me gather an eyelash and blow. Away. Critically acclaimed work and I will not show you my flesh.<br /><br />Standing. Effecting the breath of world.<br /><br />Missing softest feathered touching your fingertips allowing to introduce and forgiving stale smells, plasticine wings, heavy.<br /><br />Ask me. What to do?<br />what to learn and to know and how shall I know anyway?<br /><br />Internalized patriarchy, they told me. Feminist affect?<br /><br />How much and WHO? Directly at death, stare and realize. This is you. And this is me.<br /><br />And perhaps, that is exactly how it is. And that is all.<br />WHO needs to say this again? Sex has become the enemy, don't intrude.<br />I came upon this article" how to collect female artists for a new collector".<br />Let's begin.<br /><br />Anger is not my answer.<br /><br />Doing and looking and observing and doing again.<br /><br />Perhaps it matters perhaps it will not and does it occur and does it roll off your tongue when you say my name. No no it doesn't, I guess it doesn't. It catches it in mid air: mid letter: mid word and you jump high and rule out and screen for mistakes and hop to it and rule out failure. Fail you must at something and winning is an option. Achieving the highest and appropriate, my lyrical writing isn't good enough. The turns and postings and my own discomfort. Here we are, leaving behind a sense of learning and newness. I must be gone and then I just continue.<br /><br />Who keeps it rolling?<br /><br />who makes a stance? who runs? who lies?<br />where to go?<br /><br />why?<br /><br />Standing.<br />Academically?<br /><br />My words are falling, and pausing against the tidal waves of the mud. Always, UP THE CREEK, WILLING TO breathe. reward me or not.<br /><br />Katyushka, Katenka, Katrusya, little bit.<br />being itself, being let it be, in the being of it, let it be.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-67115721491410515582011-03-26T00:46:00.000-07:002011-03-28T17:40:21.395-07:00fifty six: untitled (bed)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgJiNVUUl1qjhTKrmfRY7NLWaxN7o-XdKgNo4Ukjqf9yPVAk4Hv3_50odJrpBZCS9zH6nbJoHUz-OPMEGGs_B6Vcjvim_6Fzoj-yZv66BvzcNVfWXUTIp4HuxRDy4h5XD04ZJyNVu8RH9/s1600/Grokhovsky_Katya_08.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 416px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgJiNVUUl1qjhTKrmfRY7NLWaxN7o-XdKgNo4Ukjqf9yPVAk4Hv3_50odJrpBZCS9zH6nbJoHUz-OPMEGGs_B6Vcjvim_6Fzoj-yZv66BvzcNVfWXUTIp4HuxRDy4h5XD04ZJyNVu8RH9/s400/Grokhovsky_Katya_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588509847077408146" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, 2011<br /><br />Response to "Sprawl", by Danielle Dutton<br /><br /><br />Bed<br /><br />There was an orange in her bed. Yes, an orange fruit. Citrus. Also, Leonard's cookies and a cup of coffee. Take out coffee. Still warm. In a white paper cup, with a black, plastic lid: shiny. I saw a ketchup bottle there too. Half used. Under all the blankets she uses to warm herself up on cold, unexpected nights. Count them: one, two, three, four. The one acting as a cover is the softest, laying on top of the others. Soft, pastel green, satin piping. It is very large and covers the whole bed, lingering beyond it's borders. Sometimes, I act as If I don't know and hide under all those covers. I hide and act normal.<br /><br />Orange peels everywhere, dried up and dark brown at the curled, stiff edges: vitamin bottles, nearly empty. Olive leaf extract: it helps with her frequent common colds. Take two capsules, upon immediate discovery of first symptoms, also take for general immune care. She likes to read these long, instructional, small print labels on those bottles. It is reassuring. Two lighters from 7 /11. She buys new lighter every two weeks, and then forgets about the ones she bought. She smokes on occasion. Occasion being stress, lack of sleep and general discomfort.<br /><br />A paper cup, party cup. Dried inside: black ink and two brushes. Three white paper take away containers. The ones in which you get those Thai noodles or rice with your curry. The rice is dried and is stuck to the bottom of the container. Used chopsticks, stained, wooden.<br /><br />How personal would you like me to be with you? Tomorrow you will know what I mean in general. Five Postcards. Black and white, seem vintage, but it's Cindy Sherman's "Film stills". Also some newspaper clippings: photographs of recent rebels and revolutions and heroism. Failed all. I was born like this. Consumed, assimilated, burned down. Repeating body gestures I have seen in all of her eighty five years here, I beg her to start dancing and get out of that bed. She enjoys it and complies with my demands. Orange and red hardback covers of books beckon me. What about Cosmo magazine, September 1987? Were you there? "How to look good naked": I read aloud and twirl a little, slightly to the left of her center.<br /><br />I wash my face with icy cold water and raise both my arms. My pleasure is all yours. Pastel lavender to dusty rose pink flannel bed sheets and plenty of scarves. Worn and Feminine. She has hundreds of scarves tied to the poles of the bed. All colors, imagine: silky red, yellow chiffon, green grass and murky burgundy, white, pastel sky blue, sultry orange and violet. Plenty of blacks. All sorts.<br /><br />It is the best bed I have ever slept on, she exclaims, and jumps onto it. I am having a ball she said, smirking. I walked away fast, stepping lightly. Don't forget the dress, I yell into her ear. Cotton dress, circa 1981. I put it on, metal zipper, sometimes, I even do it up and walk around my apartment, thinking about sleep. It happens so often I am wishing to sleep in this dress. Bill Viola, how about Bill Viola? Silence, sudden outburst: no, Cosmo, circa 1992: " How to have gorgeous skin in under 2 minutes". OK, I answer and keep walking around, raising my glass of red Australian Shiraz towards the ceiling. It is not good wine at all. It is bitter and leaves a strange, tangy aftertaste. I'd like to see it stain this cotton dress. What a lovely, wine color it would make. The dress is pink. Reddish pink. I do not make a stain and go back to bed. It is four in the afternoon. I read Cosmo, 2000: "Stoned to death by her brothers".<br /><br />Sometimes, there are other fruits in bed. Like that time, I found a rotten apple, once green and juicy. The acid smell of decay didn't bother her either, she likes the perfume of rotting apple flesh. Brown and green still. It tasted bitter. I threw it away and she cried for a long time. Another time, one afternoon, it was sunny and hot, dust in the air, she found a peach there and ate it, it was warm and fleshy, fire red with yellow specks . Very pretty , I said and found an "I love NY" T-shirt between the third and forth blanket. Who's? His? It's small. Its tiny. I put it on my head and stood up. I could see rooftops and red bricks in the window, standing like that on her bed, in my underwear, blue pastel, some torn lace. Old pillows. That time I ate a stake, bloody and raw. I like raw meat. Ancestors call out, as I google blood type diet. Her blood type is O.<br /><br />How about Andy Warhol? Silence and a passing - by truck shakes my apartment. I live on the 3rd floor, we have rooftop access. In winter, the view is gloomy and snow covers our rooftop, it is very cold, I cannot feel my face, but I go there and stand still. Sometimes, it takes two hours total. Sometimes, I don't do it and I put on my Adidas hoodie and red tights and Australian UGG boots made from Australian sheep and I sit in her bed and listen to iTunes and watch strange things happen. Fruits appear and I imagine gluttony and NYC bagels and Intelligentsia coffee.<br /><br />I liked the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She shakes her head and finds a cat at our feet. The cat is a kitten, soft, maybe colored pink, sometimes it is lavender, baby blue also, perhaps even beige and creamy, like coffee and milk, it looks like a little tiger. We cuddle it and pet it, until it sleeps. The bed is warm and between fifth and sixth blanket, I find courage and understanding.<br /><br />Sometimes, I even find a small pine tree in there and winter Christmas lights. Sometimes, it even smells of stale smoke, and I manage to remember and embrace her. Gordon Matta- Clark even? Cosmo, 1999: " How to be a genuinely beautiful, irresistibly fashionable, stay- at- home mum". My nails seem chipped, I paint them dark brown. Better perhaps.<br /><br />I simply indulge. There is her stance and a helping of generosity and my mild headache. Freshly squeezed Orange juice for breakfast: two glasses. Carefully constructed lies. I beg of her, do not reveal my secrets and illusions of grandeur. Sometimes, I sip my juice and forgive her indiscretions. Old Vodka bottle, nearly empty and a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, brand new. Frozen face skin and luscious intellectually stimulating conversation, I am going to live here. Perhaps tomorrow.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-21987817780270613252011-03-21T00:12:00.000-07:002011-03-24T20:58:42.968-07:00fifty five: down to the business of art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEZ_31tCuOAKm9MNU5PYcjhjq-u9A2dL0WfgzKgoXIHrdESu52yID4YooDvNQXt86mMwBETM146cuCYzpjf7k-xXKemjUgPdyo7qtFTE4xiP3wKuh67wkx9QEKd-jIeza9NL0yuUeNBGE/s1600/Grokhovsky_Katya_06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEZ_31tCuOAKm9MNU5PYcjhjq-u9A2dL0WfgzKgoXIHrdESu52yID4YooDvNQXt86mMwBETM146cuCYzpjf7k-xXKemjUgPdyo7qtFTE4xiP3wKuh67wkx9QEKd-jIeza9NL0yuUeNBGE/s400/Grokhovsky_Katya_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587170096391296850" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, 2011<br /><br />Many and numerous: lectured and talked and desired and spoken to and kissed, liked, hated, held in high esteem and forgiven, crying out: no pain no gain, they said!<br /><br />Red scarf and yellow dress have initiated your response towards my own dignity and surface.<br /><br />Ok, so after all, how do I save this world? Tendency towards nihilist thought and existential rants. Red wine and sometimes bad coombinations of rum and coke. Lucid and touched.<br /><br />So, the Russian will tear you slowly apart, into tiny bits, which will scatter across the world, for them you will search forever.Their reunion shall not be so pleasant.<br /><br />Who wants to go on a "date" to discuss all? Non believer until proven otherwise, remains to be unproven.<br /><br />IN the cafes of Paris dear, Paris proper, back when they knew, back when they floated on the hungry sea of illusions, how about that house? Shall we live there? Hard espressos and beer at McDonald's, buckwheat crepes, reembark, now! You designed a logo for both of our names, intertwined? Gothic style? You went to numerous cemeteries for inspiration? Drawing languid female figure in dark cherry inks on watercolor - pad paper, that is how it was, that is how it shall simmer your memories. Cherry and black night inks.<br /><br />The spotty, murky, dark fairy tales of my mind and the sloppy seconds of my hardly wake subconsciousness. I had no dinner and hallucinated you, jeans are loose in the morning and eyes are glassy and glazed. Ideas are pouring in somehow, truthfully I do not wish this upon anyone.<br /><br />What will you do, poor grad? Locally aware of methods of loving immoral values. To hell to hell.What's your secret?My sexual energy, recycling itself, circling my body, electrifying and shiny. I search. I meet sparkling eyes and receive wet kisses. I linger and walk away. Every time.<br /><br />Revisiting my own gestural ideas and professional lingering in my mouth. What did I do? Proposals magnifying my need to beg the world. One at a time. More, just a little bit more. Just this time perhaps: just this once I receive one cookie, one! Beg borrow steal and I slip into miracles, readings and theories and constant flow. Remember this, now.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-34829473965991604252011-03-13T17:32:00.000-07:002011-03-15T21:03:09.065-07:00fifty four: a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. Gertrude Stein<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjQwurBQGiBZAKwD8wf0juZSBeDh2ceCmXt2RM8WIs6DzDU9CYCHpSGX17-5sMvnlAl0vB8Vyu47wqHNoxsqbWq03pYf0XpbRBzEH0GAeWmnfrDZYJwV9GFuEJhD984RFGftLRLAMDgzY/s1600/IMG_9395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjQwurBQGiBZAKwD8wf0juZSBeDh2ceCmXt2RM8WIs6DzDU9CYCHpSGX17-5sMvnlAl0vB8Vyu47wqHNoxsqbWq03pYf0XpbRBzEH0GAeWmnfrDZYJwV9GFuEJhD984RFGftLRLAMDgzY/s400/IMG_9395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583728610828981826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEher_LbBq26vzdo-SRZ_y02YauqBkEx89JZVyhoRb6p2IWDHW1YSvR5sNLB26M7vUwLqBbnN7xuH9I3-4UBNG-zYRR8VpmRY3-BaP-B5GikHzLV1-jc4EnuaP4JZRf7pMTsdIleAX23QaE8/s1600/IMG_9424.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEher_LbBq26vzdo-SRZ_y02YauqBkEx89JZVyhoRb6p2IWDHW1YSvR5sNLB26M7vUwLqBbnN7xuH9I3-4UBNG-zYRR8VpmRY3-BaP-B5GikHzLV1-jc4EnuaP4JZRf7pMTsdIleAX23QaE8/s400/IMG_9424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583727944155250738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSSFykiZzqVTJ_8QUATR9ULGEvIUIn6e3-hEka47ezpEEybDpvAqDz_z-ZFm6ngKIY92F5aIq7eYCcGxVLR90aItE_5PhxgpoDPGKZLH-dCiqxAWFMvgTI7VwMXvuAKb44ADI90A16PYq/s1600/IMG_9441.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSSFykiZzqVTJ_8QUATR9ULGEvIUIn6e3-hEka47ezpEEybDpvAqDz_z-ZFm6ngKIY92F5aIq7eYCcGxVLR90aItE_5PhxgpoDPGKZLH-dCiqxAWFMvgTI7VwMXvuAKb44ADI90A16PYq/s400/IMG_9441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583727604613288722" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Untitled 2011<br /><br />"What you have to play with is yours". Gertrude Stein.<br /><br />In one month this project will end, and in a little more than two months I will graduate.<br />Is it time? what is time?<br />Loosing myself and looping in the loop of Stein's writing, I dust the roses of my labors and sniff the moody Chicago icy sunshine of a brand new tired, sleepless day.<br />Perhaps, there I reside, in the never attained horizons of new and born super human knowledge. What do you mean what do I know?<br />I know that and I know this and perhaps nothing and does it matter after all.<br /><br />Relational aesthetics and participatory poetry, feminist ideals and my fists into the thin, frozen, air. She said writing into the unknown is the best strategy. Let me gallop there, holding on, just barely onto the rough constraints of my time here.<br /><br />I do not know how good or good or not I am or great or not , perhaps never reaching the best or the ambitions or the real and realities of it I'll be able to truly fix all of this to the hems of my lacy sexy nightgowns. I do not own any lacy sexy gowns. Black or white?<br /><br />In high heels I struggle, pain acquiring legs, feet, status of a woman and falling harder and standing once again.Colors flying, clothing I have been given and ultimate reward points I have been able to gather.<br /><br />Not gaining theory and irrelevance I am able to keep preparing. Color, folding classicism into chaotic struggles. Shifting uncomfortably, yes this iceberg has been there all along.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-35351940380473670042011-03-07T14:26:00.000-08:002011-03-07T16:12:43.499-08:00fifty three:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRFPRfimS_15ptguzRnMxHL4Rroqxtc8smkpC43kQIwNHbhAMjrZisv2ce2ag2uccbSfeQ7SPlrLAvcsSPcojt7Y0PLPd6MxFu7jVJlJNUm3184RPjafIJ5QjXTeGLlkrdyFbC211OcnV/s1600/baby28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRFPRfimS_15ptguzRnMxHL4Rroqxtc8smkpC43kQIwNHbhAMjrZisv2ce2ag2uccbSfeQ7SPlrLAvcsSPcojt7Y0PLPd6MxFu7jVJlJNUm3184RPjafIJ5QjXTeGLlkrdyFbC211OcnV/s400/baby28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581493764820860722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLh1oUih61CvwKG7jUBPyYwAerAyVPM9N0WKuop9LeV5FLPsmZGe3m3wbzoJ3D0zoGrV_jvcT68wUTWaPtrjvOxln9aH2kupAHFR7Q42dsvjmBxToUch_wPCuhUzZpRBEBi8X8YN0xqyq/s1600/baby33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLh1oUih61CvwKG7jUBPyYwAerAyVPM9N0WKuop9LeV5FLPsmZGe3m3wbzoJ3D0zoGrV_jvcT68wUTWaPtrjvOxln9aH2kupAHFR7Q42dsvjmBxToUch_wPCuhUzZpRBEBi8X8YN0xqyq/s400/baby33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581493545800565314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1w6iLLjbgAIr4jV-N8VGeWY6y_iuD64i2W4Fpa9YgordSGkUbLs_TRz71O0N3E6a9y0GoCK4s92vXBO9VnxbuO2HqCapLTWcE7ZjAwV5aSjWzyqI5JrtF1YObgxD2dDMqEYwOUUmzBLIp/s1600/icc022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1w6iLLjbgAIr4jV-N8VGeWY6y_iuD64i2W4Fpa9YgordSGkUbLs_TRz71O0N3E6a9y0GoCK4s92vXBO9VnxbuO2HqCapLTWcE7ZjAwV5aSjWzyqI5JrtF1YObgxD2dDMqEYwOUUmzBLIp/s400/icc022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581471119945372514" border="0" /></a>Untitled, 2011<br /><br />Hear me,<br />going under<br />words<br />no words<br />worried<br />occasionally<br />respectful<br />dramatized<br />spectacular<br /><br />Throw in the towel<br />perhaps<br />perhaps now<br />the time is for revengeful ideas<br />nowhere she walks over knives and proclaims the cool<br />now, she slams doors<br />read the article " The end of Men"<br />discuss!<br />when women are taking over, it is what? disturbing, says new yorker<br />disturbing, say men, promptly closing their eyes and sliding lower into the depths of the couches,<br />their mothers egging them on to do better<br />is this the end?<br />or the start of a new war?<br />war is never over, unitl it is over and it is never over, until she sings!<br /><br />says she, starting to roar, forward, seeking,<br />bathed in pinks<br />glowing in sparkling tights and platforms,<br />surrounded by joy and masks of bleached blonde and Gagas:<br />strips and sings,<br />romance into your ears<br />Thelma and Louise kill the men<br /><br />I search and search for empowerment<br />everywhere I look I am confronted by<br />laughter<br />laughing and crying she confirms sadness and no, I'm not lonely at all<br />I am quite sane and I march ahead, my failed revolutions in my skirts<br />heavy stepping over your incompetence and impotence<br />deal with it and stop asking me to seduce you<br />no, nothing is good or over and nothing is as nothing does<br />I said this all over and before it has begun, everything I said, I have said before<br />and again, again, over and again<br /><br /><br />She stands proud, contesting classicism<br />in her stride<br />blow air<br />and rejoice<br />sing and sip your high teas<br /><br />it is time for that revolution<br />who says?<br />she says<br />the wounds are deep, they hurt,<br />and always on timeKatya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-61187342861217696972011-02-28T21:11:00.000-08:002011-03-07T14:24:07.394-08:00fifty two: before the art and after expression<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIzK5mQSQmcYuR8BIOdqtex9ZOS4DELqq7O_ku-mn5CFtnZPLgyCt984LGQrdKxBIgB3GhQZ5AGLyjHG8lXkx5dYFWMMgGuO_xXaQp3ABQH6trJKWi9e1l1Zdn1emOrZu72NLEliyheIc/s1600/icc007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpIzK5mQSQmcYuR8BIOdqtex9ZOS4DELqq7O_ku-mn5CFtnZPLgyCt984LGQrdKxBIgB3GhQZ5AGLyjHG8lXkx5dYFWMMgGuO_xXaQp3ABQH6trJKWi9e1l1Zdn1emOrZu72NLEliyheIc/s400/icc007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581463977037743682" border="0" /></a><br />untitled, 2011<br /><br />Expressing ultimate discontent, discomfort, which clouds clouds and swirls<br />twirling<br />see that object, I didn't make it<br />enough, enough I saw enough<br /><br />I argue for no objects,<br />I argue for that, which will express, immaterial and material: plus visceral<br />that, which swirls and twirls<br /><br />Gertrude Stein<br /><br />Left and right I said believe it,<br />mask your face<br />go your own way, go your way, go your, way go<br />Tough mess seeping through:<br />my slightly adjusted scowl<br /><br />Scowling at it all: grow down, and up you jump<br />Once I get going I will not stop:<br />for nothing: not even anything: things to do<br />thing for nothing, there are no things here<br />Face away, away you face the wall<br />badly cornered in your bad corner<br /><br />girls are doing better<br />better they are<br /><br />listen and behold or behold nothing, thing again<br />that means I have no idea<br />I am not interested at all whatsoever at all and no one to blame for it all<br />trust me: no one to blame<br />you did it all<br />yourself<br />woman, face the wall<br />they will not win<br />you have strong arms, which lift you<br />above and beyond the rest<br />strong legs which carry you far far further on and further away you run<br />running and standing still suddenly, stopping<br />look look looking around<br />soft struggle and slight change in atmosphere, time to flee the nest<br />those who flee, survive<br /><br />centuries , it has been that long<br />and the end, has come<br />and it is a pink bed sheet and a blanket flying into the airKatya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-2584380208965271412011-02-20T12:12:00.000-08:002011-02-25T19:10:34.162-08:00fifty one: one word, criticism and realism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzQ9qrbSYqvaWLdf_pxY7PE5mToXTN0-H0G_w94BtUvQF0Xmh6mBbzFqNSjNdux8oevIv7fnc-fyPt-at6RYFAzT1PHyR91FQDLsTtqRnFAi1W4F4Fdszcag4lh4WZieUytg41sgqxDxS/s1600/cw.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPzQ9qrbSYqvaWLdf_pxY7PE5mToXTN0-H0G_w94BtUvQF0Xmh6mBbzFqNSjNdux8oevIv7fnc-fyPt-at6RYFAzT1PHyR91FQDLsTtqRnFAi1W4F4Fdszcag4lh4WZieUytg41sgqxDxS/s400/cw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577825362474330194" border="0" /></a>Social Realism, USSR, internet<br /><br />Una noche...<br /><br />One word,<br />who.<br />who,<br />why<br />what?<br />this partial testimony of an existence, is for?<br />my audience? the need to write, document. exist. at least if I am here?<br />what is this necessary freedom of expression and must, I ?<br /><br />((but...Deep in my heart there is a fire<br />but...Deep in my heart there is desire))<br /><br />One word, criticism, good, bad, good, great, feeling good.<br /><br />Feeling bad. Bad is in terrible, bad as in legally inhibited by nightmares,<br />terrible as perhaps I'm sick, bad as in feverish, bad as in who and where, feeling sorry for mybody?<br /><br />Writing as an once upon time-event,<br />event as a gesture, gesture as effort, effort as life, life as struggle, struggle as forgiven.<br />One word...accumulation.<br /><br />One word,<br />criticism.<br />In terms of cool.<br />Cool.<br /><br />Cool is a name. Cool as in you, cool as in cold and unapologetic. Cool is as cool does.<br />who cared?<br />never get one of those real lives.<br />It's not worth the struggle, the effort. Not forgiven.<br />what?<br />The despised reality. The testimony. Bother little.<br />Hands down. My pen and ink. Down they lay, down they lay. Onto bed of insecurities of a little girl. Tears?<br />Killing them, seething, my teeth shattering.<br />Who do you think?<br />Leading the battle?<br />winner?<br /><br />"what is there is my name for you?<br />it will die out, like sad waves sounding<br />their last, on distant shorelines pounding.<br />as in deaf woods night's sounds ring through." Pushkin<br /><br />Russian restaurants<br />live pop music<br />terrible singing<br />awful backup amateur dancers and singers<br />their short skirts and leopard fake pleather thigh high boots<br />that nightclub cage,<br />tight dresses<br /><br />Oh the breaking of hearts and male egos<br />she leaves<br /><br />unprofessional, uncivilized, unorganized, unstable, hysterical, feeling too much,<br />saying too little, oh woman, woman<br /><br />anger.<br /><br />skip and hop<br />to Bunnyville<br />you'd say<br />you'd stay<br />cream and sugar in your morning coffee<br /><br />chocolate pudding with your coffee?<br />giving me a push out the door<br />rain rain- stopping for your seconds<br />clocks I do not own.<br />Nobody wins.<br />The long and tired race is not over, not yet, not yet<br /><br />(( you are my heart,<br />deep in my heart there is desire for a star,<br />you are my soul))<br /><br />whisper it a thousand times, into her/his/their ear.<br />Valentine's special.<br /><br />Who said you have the authority to care?<br />To question.<br />Uncool and cool.<br />Plaid, velvet and crucial moments at the right angle.<br />organic honey.<br />Curry, coconut milk .<br />I like soy beans.<br /><br />((keep that candle burning,<br />living in my dreams))<br /><br />I'll be holding you forever<br />My soul<br />My heart<br />My.<br />Oh my that's the only thing I really know.<br />How dated you seem. I go, there you are, shining, holding you forever, feeling like I lost control, that is the envy, oh my , good, thing I know, at last.<br /><br />I lost: will loose: already gone - control.<br />Control over your actions, all actions.<br />That is the only thing I actually know about.<br /><br />The blue dress.<br />People.<br />Mambo for me.<br />Italian<br /><br />Oh boy,<br />do I like all that.<br /><br />I will keep writing.<br />One word: ?Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-50683120356628251152011-02-13T20:06:00.000-08:002011-02-19T20:45:43.191-08:00fifty: timing perfect: I CAN CAN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1fqy8WxKCGYYBGwAQ9UCeSV1daAmIfv12QJjGt8xx86ONWNmDiPqdpo-Cix_zUBoJaAi3NZ0anaTAuQWWncFU4D6tKBtwnB3brRMKlHHoaedDlfIa4G8iQxTUSiEHLdfLaIsb_PW_bpJ/s1600/Bellydance.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 436px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1fqy8WxKCGYYBGwAQ9UCeSV1daAmIfv12QJjGt8xx86ONWNmDiPqdpo-Cix_zUBoJaAi3NZ0anaTAuQWWncFU4D6tKBtwnB3brRMKlHHoaedDlfIa4G8iQxTUSiEHLdfLaIsb_PW_bpJ/s400/Bellydance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575627298505622866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26A-bWKRBI0jHI02GjwJJVYLcpUpGf6iJh4aMmejY6QOcQa2-2IrldYTBC62ZK6chqT9kO_I8ChH23wz9JsGUu_PibD4Cm_nU8eWxzoUtRvTMZ0-H0SD-dd3Fh0k-AfiLxuQVbkMXV9Hy/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+2.58.07+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 436px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26A-bWKRBI0jHI02GjwJJVYLcpUpGf6iJh4aMmejY6QOcQa2-2IrldYTBC62ZK6chqT9kO_I8ChH23wz9JsGUu_PibD4Cm_nU8eWxzoUtRvTMZ0-H0SD-dd3Fh0k-AfiLxuQVbkMXV9Hy/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-25+at+2.58.07+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575621429082474530" border="0" /></a><br />Timing<br />Sometimes it's all about timing<br />and the question of what if<br />You cannot spend your life thinking about what if<br />What if<br />What if I never migrated to Australia<br />What if I continued my St Martin's Fashion Degree and became a fashion designer in London or Paris: as planned<br />What if I married my first great love and had children at the age of 25 in Paris?<br />What if I never came back to Australia to study for my second degree and never have met my Australian artist family ?<br /><br />What if I never decided to continue My education and throw everything at my MFA?<br />What if? who would I, be where would I be?<br />would I be at all?<br />would I be the I, I am NOW?<br /><br />For all this, what if I never came to being in the first place? The darkness of the abyss fascinates and calls forth all fears of never-everness, which used to plug my consciousness in childhood. Right before going to bed, I plunged into the fear and looped dread. Heavy thoughts, blanketing my tired limbs.<br /><br />I messed up. Those clothes need to be thrown out. Perhaps one day I will learn to appreciate the fact that I am alone, or not alone.<br /><br />I so CAN CAN,<br />I can !<br />I CAN CAN<br />slowly, lifting heavily<br />what the hell is wrong now?<br /><br />Orange juice, apple cider and Smirnoff vodka...<br />Cure the cold, this cold of heart<br />once again<br />I forgot what I lived and loved<br />fluid in my head<br />Lonely thought, whatever happened to it all,<br />approaching spring<br />Timing<br />Perfect<br />or not<br />ready or not<br />here it goes<br />a week summed up in 6 word novel exercises:<br /><br />Exhausted, attempted to try and failed.<br />Not enough love, she yelled louder.<br />Vodka, blood and tears, her vices,<br />Tears behind her eyelids, hidden, forever.<br />Do not escape this memory, now.<br />Fearing him, she started dancing faster.<br />Flowers, puppies, photographed in sepia tone.<br />The song is calling her to act.<br />Power lost, sunny world gained again.<br />Need to remain on the edge.<br />Traveling and remaining still, at times.<br />He cried for her, she laughed.<br />Damn it all, I am yours.<br />Running and forgetting, across the world.<br /><br /><br />work in the exhibition: Communicative Commonality<br /><br /><br /><br />trip to NYC, CAA<br />MCA Chicago: Every house has a doorKatya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-8129476787553202212011-02-11T14:08:00.000-08:002011-02-14T17:11:23.536-08:00forty nine: status update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_tny5e3nHQ9Sq3mINZL1bpVbvmgzFOci6sgvNhmrowwzRXjVfyR3L3k-aovcOXezCL2cTN0i8E0hJEKnwGIYP60NfnCoEQcofibNibWyIVUBTPqWHxx5gd0K6NYrM4RMnx8oE1dhipXC/s1600/DSC00571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_tny5e3nHQ9Sq3mINZL1bpVbvmgzFOci6sgvNhmrowwzRXjVfyR3L3k-aovcOXezCL2cTN0i8E0hJEKnwGIYP60NfnCoEQcofibNibWyIVUBTPqWHxx5gd0K6NYrM4RMnx8oE1dhipXC/s400/DSC00571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573713998324037554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQYDiGTfpionQwThIblnZJZVc1HYEIXtMRNBVS6EHrTUpUS9A0AfMxkvI6XuiDStWbzbUxUVT9GUqUtqCHbJ8p8PoNqFHwWYje_taRohot-u5D399zJJsWc4eJH-FEQbM5aTBObhvWTTg/s1600/_MG_0334.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 466px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQYDiGTfpionQwThIblnZJZVc1HYEIXtMRNBVS6EHrTUpUS9A0AfMxkvI6XuiDStWbzbUxUVT9GUqUtqCHbJ8p8PoNqFHwWYje_taRohot-u5D399zJJsWc4eJH-FEQbM5aTBObhvWTTg/s400/_MG_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571397787221032034" border="0" /></a>Katya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grokhovsky</span>, Status Update, 2011, photo: Andrew Green<br /><br />Burn my body, scatter my ashes<br />perhaps make a small diamond<br />update my status<br /><br />a story of her existence<br />they don't give your computer password to your relatives when you die<br /><br />shouting and trusting grey loving green drinking red feeling soft lying eating<br />purple cabbage<br />time tickles, pressuring me, I dive hastily into deep, irrelevant thoughts<br />whatever<br />I am hungry, so hungry<br /><br />across the world, into light<br />your ascending star has no idea<br />having thickened doe<br />itching all and everywhere<br />imagine us imagine<br />parents: variety and perverted sense of humor<br />writing with black cheap acrylic on canvas<br />feels great<br />feels so good<br />I feel so great<br />I feel so good<br />You were not there<br /><br />Remembering something, I'm trying extremely hard to remember something<br />Something was there<br />Someone was there<br />Lurking, pretending not to notice, testing, smirking, laughing<br />Laughing into tears<br /><br />Bursting into luxurious song<br />That song, that's it<br />I remembered now<br />I think , I believe, I do believe, I remember now<br /><br />That song<br />My mother sang it to me, before I fell asleep, or when I was extremely sick, which was so often, a tiny bundle of bones<br />hardly breathing, with a forever-blocked nose and painfully swallowing<br />hot milk, mixed with honey, I listened intently, alert, not sleepy at all, trying to remember the moment. Capturing it. Somehow, aware of the upcoming future, incoming pain<br />For later, I guess<br />why was I trying to remember those moments, that song....<br /><br />How does it go? That song...<br />Soft voice, soft voice, I can't I can't<br />It's a dream<br />no, it happened, it did, really did, truthfully did<br />It was real<br />All real<br />You were there, yes you were there<br />A small, skeleton-like child, you never ate<br />never grew somehow for a long time<br />smallest and weakest<br /><br />the song....<br />there was a young boy in the song, he was standing near the fountain<br />I see his soft, grey silhouette<br />that's how it went<br />young boy holding a young girl's hand<br />and there was a fountain<br />I have an image of the fountain<br />it is blurred<br />then there was an old man holding a hand of an old woman<br />the young boy, grew into an old man<br />still holding her hand<br />and still near the fountain<br />the same fountain<br /><br />The melody slowly drifts into my present<br /><br />I do remember now<br />The words escape me, they escape me<br />It is so difficult to remember them<br /><br />I just can't seem to place them<br />Mother<br />mama do you remember the song?<br />Can I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hear</span> it again?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />....Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-30967733191595227772011-02-02T21:18:00.000-08:002011-02-02T22:40:05.482-08:00forty eight: Whiteout Poetry or just snow '11<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDcz1a0PWlGaTrf5dvI6aVJrBtRuT6jK9LucHrQ973GE7OQP88RtPA5vimEWjg7IvT1j6D0LEb_WVhrH9bMOdVffVvZ0T-WBrX-2_-n89Q3ISshkM2DU4EKo4Rch1jSW1WVaQkwKChVdB/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-02-03+at+12.14.41+AM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDcz1a0PWlGaTrf5dvI6aVJrBtRuT6jK9LucHrQ973GE7OQP88RtPA5vimEWjg7IvT1j6D0LEb_WVhrH9bMOdVffVvZ0T-WBrX-2_-n89Q3ISshkM2DU4EKo4Rch1jSW1WVaQkwKChVdB/s400/Screen+shot+2011-02-03+at+12.14.41+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569343151242125074" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Snowday, 2011 , (not home not love 2008)<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Times"; }@font-face { font-family: "Verdana"; }@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I'd like to make a snow bunny</span><span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:10pt;" ></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Putting hands together she laughs out loud</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Dance harder. No, wait stop. Stop right NOW</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You have no right, no idea and no breath </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Jump up and down: see, I had a flash of a storm</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> Behind you: The madmen laugh and your joy or was it terror?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bloody awfully terrific Hot chocolate<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Somewhere into the future: Officially engaged to nothingness</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Energy suddenly, red wine flowing through me to them<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hangs on, hang on: I haven’t said it all yet</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I propose to glow: actually, I learn faster</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Believe or not: I dream bigger</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Generating heat: Blanket one </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It comforts softly: Bunnies, add some feathers<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sequins, my pants are falling</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Heels clicking on concrete floor: Click:Click</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Everything along the Lake: Has fallen</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Tragically living and bestowing it on you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hope it works. Hope it works out, gathering myself, pressing my burning cheek to the cold, shaking window, let's fly, Chicago: I, Margarita!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Over you, with grown wings, I slather the oil of youth and foster forth over your magnificence! Notes to self: do not forget to blink once in a while, and fly a little<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">My heart hearts your heart: remember: Year of the rabbit</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Playboy Bunny Ears, I want them: oh no, I want a burger all of a sudden</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">With pickles on the side, those dill Kosher ones</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Oh, I have sausages, I cook<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Playfully I move my coins, contained in a jar<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hanging laundry, watching cycles, spinning my waist-length-hair (phantom limb)<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Running on one spot, loving those trifles, caramel filling, oh yes<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">What are you talking about</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Grey skies, lavender, sickly yellow, messed up pallette<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Lightening strikes twice<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">My heart pounding against nobody's skin</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Skin to my ear, I press: oh harder, I push extremely<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Those blue sparkling, two of them. Eyes </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bless the storm and: Shuffle. Jump to that amusing radio station</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Dry it all out. Warm it up: A plate of tomato soup, home cooked </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Nowhere, along the line of small miracles </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I forget. New York and Chicago and Los Angeles and Melbourne</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Odessa, you are there too: I visit Rome </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I propose the memories, they shriek away from my glance<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Nowhere to run. Here I - snowbody. Out there: The whiteness, witnessing it </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Oh this was childhood, ships and rolling snowmen and sliding down, breaking fragile limbs, screaming: Tumble down down the road, it just won't matter </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Loving whatever and thinking of sex<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Coffee. Again</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Listen....</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Not one thing is uttered. Music into air<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The conclusions are reached and members notified</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">You will be recalled, in time for revenge</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Read Primo Levi " The Periodic Table"</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Perhaps, my own very system devised for YOU: See this. Watch this SPACE</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Roads traveled, cookies and tea, Proust</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Read all about it: EXTRA effort needed </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Announcing periodically: Fashionably cute and exhausted</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">How beautiful, don't you think? The twirling poetry, bouncing there </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The wind throwing it's magic ball to you. To me </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Catching fire and in flight, I imagine this: I do not return: Never </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Ever. And forever once again: Looping, linking major events of my life<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Crushed under the weight of methods and blushing so sweetly:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Oh, I don't really blush, I turn unpleasant red all over<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Roses and Roses, thorns and knees<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And at the end of the day, do you think, the smallest gesture of my smallest finger on my smallest hand falters, altering the motion of the sea?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Perhaps it does</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">At the end of the day</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">The snow DAY></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> </span></p>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-65200837194647563372011-01-23T01:14:00.000-08:002011-01-27T19:54:14.773-08:00forty seven: Speeding into the light of the Last Semester of the MFA. Last, but not least: Back to School.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquPgbsYgq9yX0PMYjEZeRH5aBxpKNq_n9h1cy2hnCCA-GhP8g3vS1raI4h-G-WfHjAOKIfiIZVJQkRCwtPdOaVVEVP6chJCjkFprv-rWE1j8i6CpBCIl9LX3LBQtxQlqFB03sKN1-zEhv/s1600/DSC09991.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquPgbsYgq9yX0PMYjEZeRH5aBxpKNq_n9h1cy2hnCCA-GhP8g3vS1raI4h-G-WfHjAOKIfiIZVJQkRCwtPdOaVVEVP6chJCjkFprv-rWE1j8i6CpBCIl9LX3LBQtxQlqFB03sKN1-zEhv/s400/DSC09991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567072610573778274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKGHcQG5wPb4nGoKsJFkoFiEzTXEGmM7VvGuIUrmU2AH5trUFnFbM2ZwRQ_etMo2nTyVoTbOc6i5hmtWl7Vb8Zu6ANBoABALfsbYD6Ge-YkHIswsznCPAxd-GtAat1vHmZ4wn4d3RO-n7/s1600/DSC00572.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKGHcQG5wPb4nGoKsJFkoFiEzTXEGmM7VvGuIUrmU2AH5trUFnFbM2ZwRQ_etMo2nTyVoTbOc6i5hmtWl7Vb8Zu6ANBoABALfsbYD6Ge-YkHIswsznCPAxd-GtAat1vHmZ4wn4d3RO-n7/s400/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567061115270601234" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Status Update or How do you feel? 2011, acrylic on canvas.<br /><br />Words fail. Transforming slowly back into the student.<br />Now. Anxious, annoyed and interrupted.<br />I keep thinking about my recent visit to Disneyland.<br />However, some kind of half formed and barely baked partly-raw and vile--sentences overwhelm me and I am not consciously capable of forming a written statement about the visit. Chaotic, overcrowded, over- marketed and psyched, elbowed and yelled at, fire-worked and paraded for Xmas.....lit up like a giant, yes, one of those Happy Xmas trees, spooned around and tossed aside.<br /><br />I guess it was Fun Fun at the Happiest and most occupied -to- the maximum- human-capacity place on earth. I am pondering. Looking at Paul McCarthy's recent work inspired by Disneyland- drawings and sculptures. I am feeling viscerally aware and fuelled. Highly lucrative overwhelming desire to be overtly messy and slightly vulnerable, physically fragile, mentally edged emotionally up against and into a wall of art, exposed, wide angled-opened and violated by Sparkle-Pink-Happiness of the Disney- sprinkled Cartoon Sugar-Load. I am there. Can I play now?<br /><br />Can I be disgusting, can I not clean for weeks? Can I live as an over- educated, artistically professionally inclined, coffee-snob-addict-soon to be unemployed, once again, pretty piggy-pig? Please? Can I eat whatever comes to mind, whatever I can afford and whatever I , please, want? Can I stay in bed all day in my flannel faded pyjamas? Can I live like this? Please? I declare my bed a studio and get out of it, reluctant.<br /><br />Perhaps, it all makes absolutely no difference. Stressed, angry, ill and overwhelmed madly, welcomed back to the Happiest Place ON Earth, Art School . Hooray!!!Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-90229246043400572332011-01-16T23:47:00.000-08:002011-01-20T23:40:06.880-08:00forty six: sultry layers of dust/Status Updates<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gF53S1phEjabv0U5-8iLGMJbMu8WqtLygXVe251cPO2iH85ih_F28oZfLsrC0PC2Es7hz6Kq7WZmEKcY3-T1_CSYS2aNnTYK16GAN4tfC85b1SLCGj0XEBG5IDwEm8UdJgdQlzB8hjQw/s1600/status1.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gF53S1phEjabv0U5-8iLGMJbMu8WqtLygXVe251cPO2iH85ih_F28oZfLsrC0PC2Es7hz6Kq7WZmEKcY3-T1_CSYS2aNnTYK16GAN4tfC85b1SLCGj0XEBG5IDwEm8UdJgdQlzB8hjQw/s400/status1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564437409965582418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Qs4ef8Unr0K6FGB6-oehRdMIwhxNqfnQc9A64jXrRAsfCX9vYFytNy43xa_uTwd9DlL8IicCoSR8a6-Pinptk8w52aU2Yl_uQBn829vtzqLpfCXSAy00Hy50AmDXxMdMO_qFWW-wbt9a/s1600/status1.png"><br /></a><br />Katya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grokhovsky</span>, Status Updates, 2010/11<br /><br />Strong feelings were meaningless. Tender Californian sun glowed, catching her by surprise. The light, the awkward light. Uninterrupted Space. She lowered herself into the ocean of limitless procrastination. Regardless, she will conquer this vacuum. For what? Are you Happy dear?<br /><br />*Happy: feeling light.<br /><br />Sipping her latte at Intelligentsia, she inhaled deeply. How are you doing? Has anyone asked?<br />Waxing lyrical about the artist's fate. How she wished for Paris, 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> century. The poverty, the parties, absinthe, early tragic death, prostitution and immortal genius, of course.<br /><br />*Massive Headache: drinking lots of water and daydreaming endlessly.<br /><br />Stand on your head. A year, another year, another year.<br /><br />*Traveled to Los Angeles and back to Chicago. Tired and pensive. Hibernating.<br /><br />Painting with words. Do you remember when you wrote about the sea? The black sea?<br /><br />As you mixed your watercolors so technically well, imagining unclaimed lands and territories...romantic heart of darkness.<br /><br />The folds of her vintage eight dollar cotton dress covered her fuller figure well. Black tights, black boots.<br /><br />*Buying vintage clothes. Spent forty dollars. Bought: two sweater dresses, one black sweater, two velvet bolero vintage jackets.<br /><br />The dusty slightly mauve sky promised little. The rain hasn't stopped, perhaps it will snow soon. The red brick houses, Velvet trench coat.<br /><br />*I have nothing to say today.<br />*Watching Mad Men. All seasons.<br />*Anxious. Re-working my CV.<br />*Obsessively expanding my horizons today.<br />*Reading book : Power, follow up to The Secret.<br />*Self-not-helping by sleeping all day long.<br />*Pushing the envelope of daytime laziness.<br />*Deciding to begin.<br />*Not cleaning my bedroom.<br />*Cooking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">basmatti</span> rice. Broccoli and garlic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stirfry</span> with soy sauce. Dinner.<br />*Apple cider. Organic. Two spoons in a glass of water. Every morning.<br />*Unbearable incurable net-surfing.<br />*The edge of reason: work on it.<br />*Multi-vitamin. One a day with a meal. For women.<br /><br />*In the dead of winter: sun shines in My Book.<br />*Not consistent: Julie and Julia, Eyes wide shut, Whatever works, White nights, Flash Dance, Shall we Dance, Dirty Dancing, Becoming Jane, Dorothy Parker and the vicious circle. Laurie Anderson at Harris Theatre in Chicago.<br /><br />*Hypnotized and floating.<br />*Is one more important than the other? - Random phrase, random book on my bedroom floor.<br />*Be Loyal to both: phrase from an ad, glossy magazine on my floor.<br />*A second chance for every skin. Vogue.<br />*Chop. Chop.<br />*Waking up to my heart beating extremely fast.<br />*Nothing to report. I am cold.Hot coffee and toast with honey. 4pm Breakfast.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-86007241106750978932011-01-09T14:54:00.000-08:002011-01-14T01:51:56.625-08:00forty five: pause - ahead:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTVqtmVidfXGRJl6Sm0B0uV6_o1l4terlGTM1CAHqFDrUZ3Y95AOLmR2vcNySgCaDsbrg44LOBVF4DSPo0m3WYXXAYTQDIG-Ie1UFXeaoaDWyA995a2Vqngxp83I6eBW2k3JzNtgUEHv1/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-13+at+11.15.11+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTVqtmVidfXGRJl6Sm0B0uV6_o1l4terlGTM1CAHqFDrUZ3Y95AOLmR2vcNySgCaDsbrg44LOBVF4DSPo0m3WYXXAYTQDIG-Ie1UFXeaoaDWyA995a2Vqngxp83I6eBW2k3JzNtgUEHv1/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-13+at+11.15.11+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561906469268657506" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, video still, senseless, 2008<br /><br />So let me PAUSE, right here.<br /><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><a xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Saving......</a></div></div></div><br />I have decided not to dwell on the Best off 2010.<br /><br />It has all been, THE Best.<br /><br />I take the packaged year, all of it neatly wrapped up into the softest layers of the tulles of memories: still fresh and burning, the subtle, smoky colors of unseen, wished for romantic sunsets and anxious deadline-induced sleepless nights, covered in the new knowledge of unknown, yet confident, tomorrowness, I put it gently away into the pocket of my Experience . Right now, Yesterday. The blonde wigs, the dancing till dawn, the whiskeys on the rocks, the frustrations and joys, the failures and successes, the slow dancing in the lobby of Palmer House Hilton, the dresses, the American Flag, the Ukrainian dancing as a boy, the travels, physical and metaphorical, hours of crap TV to numb the over-active mind, the endless reading lists to last lifetimes, the heated debates, the arguments, the nervous smoking, the stress and yes, new hairs, devoid of color. grey. I kiss.<br /><br />And so, as of NOW, I have 3 months left of GRAduate School and this blog. Forgive the sentimentality and tears, held back behind this screen, for the Tears, they will be streaming. Oh, come theeeeee, Come oh, May.<br /><br />There will be, of course, amazingnessss in Future, for MISS Future is a Queen, always, ever shiny, sparkling and shimmering in the oh-so bright distance. I believe. For MAster, Master, I am the MAster, I can do.....<br /><br />What awaits? As any Graduate Student worth her/his salt, I have no clue. MAster plan?<br /><br />Yes, many in the stew. Yet. I rest . I pause. Processing the ingredients.........<br /><br />Trusting my own gut instinct, throughout most of this time, I currently take pleasure in the fact that I am now, in the MFA club. What the hell does it mean? Stakes are raised and they are high and some of us are perched onto them. Money spent, knowledge earned, dark competitive bruises and post-critique scars aquired and healed. Graduate Family. For my life.<br /><br />As I arrive in Chicago O'Hare Airport from LA, at midnight, one cold weekday, last week, I am greeted by a good looking: " what's up baby, welcome to Chi", I whisper " home..." and smile shyly back, answering I am excellent!!!!<br /><br />Shall we make some ART?<br /><br />Let me come out of it and as I stand , ambitiously creatively naked in front of you I proudly SAY this:<br /><br />I love ART.<br /><br />For what it's worth.<br /><br />ok, melting my own icy heart with the melodies of listened- to- in- the- name- of- research of hundreds of slow songs , I ALSO say, in the words of those we know well,<br /><br />LOVE> is ALL you Need<br /><br />r.i.p 2010Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-1163118052212926672011-01-01T18:29:00.000-08:002011-01-02T10:09:24.862-08:00forty four: Welcome- 2011- Yes We Can<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABagt1D_mgAAz3im9oObOLq94TcH8kp3Pfc3DWoCTdOdIbp2sooYDkBnfTv_s2fNf_s5H7TNrArSC7e-nwzFEWdcTLaOAsyLVW6E0uOPVpAgsXe_IroB1LdoIPCTZ2CKH7IFVyYt1WoJd/s1600/DSC09255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABagt1D_mgAAz3im9oObOLq94TcH8kp3Pfc3DWoCTdOdIbp2sooYDkBnfTv_s2fNf_s5H7TNrArSC7e-nwzFEWdcTLaOAsyLVW6E0uOPVpAgsXe_IroB1LdoIPCTZ2CKH7IFVyYt1WoJd/s400/DSC09255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554816079507443202" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Artist Journals, 2008/9<br /><br /><br />The breadth, the breath of the human stuffy warmth,<br />stretching lovingly beyond your own means<br />laying out the large, roughly scratched, leathery hands<br />hot to the touch they sway and lower you to the ground<br />up again<br /><br />pushing tight, cursing roughly, imagining:<br />eating dirt, consuming spirits, wanting more: being so much less<br />spotting pretty hard, agonizing over the details of the damned table setting<br />forwarding painfully aware memories<br /><br />many more unreliable wishes:<br />to be adored: to love<br />to start and manage<br /><br />RIP 2010<br /><br />pastel lavender desire, frosting on your cupcakes<br />I am wishing hopelessly<br />wondering<br />orange cat<br />lazy winter LA sun<br />pink flannel<br /><br />nothing beats you<br />blood or rain<br /><br />fast winds of thought<br />accumulating into whirling pools beside your feet<br />free falling and acrobatic challenges in my head<br />heart in first and foremost later<br />don't you forget this<br />I am your true only one: blue and borrowed<br />forgiving now and escaping,<br />the universe tells you to jump off the bridge:<br />glad to help you<br /><br />hmm..<br />what<br />testing and preparing for flying<br />skimp up stream<br /><br />flow<br /><br />gather strength<br />shoot the loads<br /><br />homage to dead women<br />I form into a puddle of rubbery texture<br />when I'm dead , I'll meet you inside the sticky cherry jam darkness, homemade<br /><br />Pina Bausch<br />Frida Kahlo<br />Artemisia Gentileschi<br />Louise Bourgeois<br />Eva Hesse<br />Marilyn Monroe<br />Iris Murdoch<br />Virginia Woolf<br />Sylvia Plath<br />Emily Dickinson<br />Audrey Hepburn<br />Georgia O'Keefe<br />Hannah Hoch<br />Meret Oppenheim<br />Chanel<br />Catherine the Great<br />Camille Claudel<br />Jane Austen<br />George Sand<br />Edith Piaf<br />Madame Vionnet<br />Isadora Duncan<br />Bronte Sisters<br />Anna Akhmatova<br />Natalya Goncharova<br /><br />Black prune waves, emerald green velvet traps, pomegranate wine, sucked in<br />plums and peaches, that was quite a traumatic reading of your palm<br />plus size models, marching on your street today<br />meaty, fleshed out, volume up, voluptuous growth: trembling<br />softening your resolve<br />squeezing, fuming, grazing: greetings<br />smashing cliches, fluffing egos,<br />creeps and line up your freaks<br /><br />fake lawns and butterflies: badly made ideas floating in your wine glass<br /><br />she looked around and imagined softer light. this room needs orange curtains and a vase. yes, a vase, the vase has to be green. perhaps bright green, perhaps even neon green. perhaps grass color. perhaps even a bottle. those poor flowers need to be in a green vase, in fresh water, on that table, near the entrance to the dining room. she suddenly got up from her favorite yellow faded velvet armchair and walked out of the door. lifted her skirt up. she quickly bent down and looked at her crotch. well definitely no underwear. she had no underwear on. she looked up. just neatly arranged well manicured houses in front of her. she kept holding her dress up. her white cotton skirt had blue polka dots splattered on it. her neck was covered in bed bugs' bites. she kept smiling. Los Angeles.<br /><br />welcome<br />ornamental pursuit of excitement and anguish: salutation and disease.<br />I don't want you.<br />I just didn't think I wanted you.<br />perhaps I do want you one day, one day perhaps I will<br />Perhaps I should give you up:<br />I am brutally honest.<br />Meat.<br />describe: bloody raw. meat between your teeth. rotting , vicious flesh.<br /><br />what the hell is love.<br />perhaps: unreliable and messy.<br />unaccomplished and real.<br />vile. for the sake of the mess.<br />undying and scrutinizing you: every inch of you<br /><br />there is a pimple there is a freckle there is a nail sparkling dust in your stupid fake Disney sky<br />And so That was the Year<br />The tough skin became scales<br />green blue<br />the lovers, aside, pushed away<br /><br />achievements<br /><br />2011.<br />ready. set. welcome:Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-86316970633352009402010-12-21T19:12:00.000-08:002010-12-22T13:35:57.947-08:00forty three: iris , virginia, sylvia....waiting longing waiting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DRE1Lr66lTFprfbWrYfoH-QfdbmwN1RkDrTdS4Tf7oXRZO2LdBu9rqnOUCT-vXh66-gVOYaIZobwy0EwlD0N-4P7dmRGYdF90UzjIm0mQckuOc3V36_UOhtNtTwZkiUrUTO4zYQR3-GD/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-22+at+3.08.16+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DRE1Lr66lTFprfbWrYfoH-QfdbmwN1RkDrTdS4Tf7oXRZO2LdBu9rqnOUCT-vXh66-gVOYaIZobwy0EwlD0N-4P7dmRGYdF90UzjIm0mQckuOc3V36_UOhtNtTwZkiUrUTO4zYQR3-GD/s400/Screen+shot+2010-12-22+at+3.08.16+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553618784018536242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxggKgcSm4URWPf7YiyvoUZVhPtWyMN7mQjvXJKLsFBxDyPiS7h3u_4f4VHllNCjydvfIBA3J1KfoOmtPcT0H3gNbGnuQVDElkS6_Xk36iQf46H3U7gW-b2CFvGcvrrrsl9qgU0vIPOxi/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-12-22+at+3.09.00+PM.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxggKgcSm4URWPf7YiyvoUZVhPtWyMN7mQjvXJKLsFBxDyPiS7h3u_4f4VHllNCjydvfIBA3J1KfoOmtPcT0H3gNbGnuQVDElkS6_Xk36iQf46H3U7gW-b2CFvGcvrrrsl9qgU0vIPOxi/s400/Screen+shot+2010-12-22+at+3.09.00+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553618437873169234" border="0" /></a>Flowers, Viktor & Rolf Collection, Spring/Summer 2003, stills/screenshots<br /><br /> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal">Falling harder<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I long for the softest</span><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal">purest lace of thought</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Retire to calm nervous tension</span><br /></p><p face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">relieving painfully uncovering</span><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">snow- coldest touch<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I suffer and look directly at them</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They stare<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Sylvia, Virginia, Iris</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Marching and banning your drums</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Stones in your pockets</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Rivers flowing, the seas, the sea</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Seagulls<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">your brave thoughts</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Screaming onwards</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Go, go, go</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Match your flags<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I continue<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Sparkling diamonds </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Hands apart I have no fear </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Hollow blackness and granite silence</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I am upside and downwards<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Reunion of thought and old feelings<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">You are my mountain</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Embody me, you’ll understand</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Or perhaps you never will<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Does it matter? </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To my knowledge I shall resign from you<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Right now </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">You remind me </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I crawl towards your chronic fatigue </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Gather your ample skirts</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Shake your meaty limbs and overflowing breasts<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Standing absently minding doorways</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Blurred vision</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">My flatfooted stumble towards you</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Red lipstick candlelight</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">You will never leave my bed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Around your meek and weakened limbs </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I am afraid</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I am afraid by entering me you will steal<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">These emotions are worth nothing</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Nothing is<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The glare of the screens<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the music beating your heart</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Forward</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For one day, you too, shall die</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">It won't last</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I have barely gathered</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">What do you want from my body</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> Solid heavy embrace<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Trembling in your selfish presence on behalf of all the others I salute you</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">You loved me once </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Perhaps again you do<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Reflective surface<span style=""> </span>of my skin I can see you</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">From here<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the state of the need<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">your new name</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">we fly back and fade to black</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Leaving painfully </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Behind your fingertips and traces of saliva</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Silvery red and slippery </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The space between you<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the clown<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The children we shall not know</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The trees the stones of jewellery the leaves and spring</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Oldest pausing backwards</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">rewinding<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Never reaching, never floating<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">In Paris or London</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Belonging singing praising you </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The cities swoon and crumble under the heaviness of your leather boots</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Stumbling over her grandeur run and laugh<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Accordingly</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">There are no windows</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">No doors no exit no entries</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The hidden treasures</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The space</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The floating worlds and slowly cooked ideas</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The stew of flowers</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I collected in the fields </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The coffin of the melodies</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The red cloth</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Covering<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">What are you waiting for</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For the treasure of stupidity </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For the true value of mad rush<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the flat fields and meadows<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">in the corn, the wheat</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">solo</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Knowing unknowing<br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Rising and skies above</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The loneliness pursuing<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">in shadows<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Xmas light decoration<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">lurking in the smallest<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">details carved in whiteness<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">purple shadows and yellow highlights </p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Waiting Waiting longing longing<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the light</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Reminds me<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I shall be terrorizing you soon<br /><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Herself</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> Do you know where she lies?</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Somewhere around here</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The children we call women</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The women we call old</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">One day you will be what they all are amongst your mountains of junk food bright wrappers plastic to go containers and Jewel oz co bags amidst piles of unwashed laundry mimicking your relationship to your self one day it will be omitted little how large how big how small you were how thin how fat how thick one day wondering the streets of the city of oz which you create you stumble across the world of you and once upon a time you see yourself floating above yourself and shadows and lights fade and disappear and towards you opens a close up of your worn face and only then with windows or required thought of truth we shall Miracle into the future light of our deaths and only then you require anonymity of your art.<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Bright bold spectacular</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Working hardly<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Perfecting hair</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> You bring her food<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Enjoying the body</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Rooted in loneliness</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Describing in blood</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I understand your Misery </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Sometimes silence trembles beside me<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I let it</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Fuck</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the world owes you nothing</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the blue stain</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the chunky white stroke of your paint<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the brushed aside<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">your tiny world sins heavily<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">awkwardly you dance<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">slowly gesticulating</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">nowhere have I found<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">these types of unconsciousness</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the green of pastures</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">to accomplish</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">to shock<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> to remind and walk<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">to flirt feverishly vomiting your juices</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I swelled</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">nothing remains whilst you may weep</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">nothing stings anymore</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">golden<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the troublesome boy<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the best of the year<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the dry mouth<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the liquid<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the soup<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">them sitting beside me</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Virginia, Iris, Sylvia</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Head in the oven</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">River<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The brain stew</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The active birds</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Outside<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The snow covered Chicago</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The unwilling flights of fancy</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I AM to be<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">awaiting</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">glowing in my own dark </p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Ah, repelling men, I rejoice</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Oh gloomy days</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I seek you out</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The depressed awaiting collaboration</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The contributions are welcome</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">upraised</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">unskilled and handsome</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">tint the nights<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">of the blankets<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the coffee colored stains<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the trees in your frontyards<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">no imitator<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">you try so hard to learn<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">words express hardly touching your toes</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">you burn burn burn for nobody to catch</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">redeeming and fasting<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the true meaning</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"> the blur</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">the idea</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">that idea</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">I want gypsy floated large skirts layers and volume</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">flowers unmatched all colors mixed<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">twirl and scoop swoon and return</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">alert</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">everyday is your party</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Party it up girl</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">woman you are</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">refuse to be polluted and shallow</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">floor length tulle</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">barely skimming<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">ashes<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-10354508701819571852010-12-19T13:06:00.000-08:002010-12-20T15:00:28.346-08:00number forty two: -----pause-------push to shove---<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQWajVMoFV7dNcJMKmCE1lHpvlPGiID8BsoZ-i9ioMcBGauX8VaXvlpF1V_tkmwlEhQriRGZsmRsS7eJYnG05bj67krPHkRXktny-oGe9Yf3FnOeETmdJ0YI08_6JeqVAaao30QUmGIL5/s1600/41QNE8Z6QQL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQWajVMoFV7dNcJMKmCE1lHpvlPGiID8BsoZ-i9ioMcBGauX8VaXvlpF1V_tkmwlEhQriRGZsmRsS7eJYnG05bj67krPHkRXktny-oGe9Yf3FnOeETmdJ0YI08_6JeqVAaao30QUmGIL5/s400/41QNE8Z6QQL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552899177580684370" border="0" /></a><br />Matthew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Goulish</span>, "39 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Microlectures</span>, in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Promixity</span> of performance"<br />A staple book on my desk. Studying with Matthew next semester at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SAIC</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpoE5e3T9XQCG8OVyKzVrXhj_2809AHELWhhADcaf0FR_p9uQLtqvg1czm8GQPRd4R4x-YKNIlDlTzHfr51YdYr8aP_75lpwVmScj1vgd_IcDXhSCliVA9lPRZlZCjQU8YUHS8Z5jInI8/s1600/images-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpoE5e3T9XQCG8OVyKzVrXhj_2809AHELWhhADcaf0FR_p9uQLtqvg1czm8GQPRd4R4x-YKNIlDlTzHfr51YdYr8aP_75lpwVmScj1vgd_IcDXhSCliVA9lPRZlZCjQU8YUHS8Z5jInI8/s400/images-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552874841061995138" border="0" /></a><br />Australian Musician, Nick Cave's book. Must read.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKbrInb7xm4cWVi7WPyQGFNcWq19nNBe-RCklRjCCVqsM_Z51w_msGxKVDRiqn5j9GRt_Y6UrYKNPEk3dHkaP_LCn5QoTZ-MmfZioP6ORIBpsk9PiyoSukygnqv1ZYoZcLscrdIPusGDO/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKbrInb7xm4cWVi7WPyQGFNcWq19nNBe-RCklRjCCVqsM_Z51w_msGxKVDRiqn5j9GRt_Y6UrYKNPEk3dHkaP_LCn5QoTZ-MmfZioP6ORIBpsk9PiyoSukygnqv1ZYoZcLscrdIPusGDO/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552874790811794274" border="0" /></a>One of my old time favorite books on Hannah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hoch</span>. Cut with the kitchen knife.<br />Maud <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lavin</span>. Taking her class next semester at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SAIC</span>.<br /><br />Thank you. School of the Art Institute of Chicago.<br /><br />Pause.<br />Stop.<br />Leave the field. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">XMas</span>. New Year.<br />Trip to LA planned.<br /><br />End of Semester 3. One more long Breath to go. One more.<br />And perhaps? Qualified? Finally? Terminally?Perhaps? A black hole?<br />To not fall. To not disappear. To keep enquiring.<br />Anxiety levels and confidence levels. Up. Simultaneously.<br /><br />Critiqued to exhaustion. Mental meltdown. I am full. Thank you. For a little while.<br />Where am I? Chicago.The optimism, the disasters, the tragedies and crime, brothels and World's biggest world's first and world's finest, Modernism, architecture, Bauhaus, Ferris Wheel, The Wizard of Oz. The cold city in all respects, I still love you. The lonely nights, freezing mornings, damp summers, beautiful city I am alone , charmed, exhausted, alternatively tired and excited. What shall we do in the future, Chicago? Dance to the end of The Navy Pier? Twirl in the Halls of the Art Institute, a nod to Degas, ballerinas/ prostitutes, here is Caravaggio, I must bid you respect. Marvel at Chagall windows, I am saddened by the fact that I am not from here. From nowhere, I waltz around, shuffling into the destiny of my own ideas.<br /><br />Reflecting on my own reflection in the Chicago windows, Louis Sullivan's ornamental voyages and Modernism's Utopian failures, I marvel at the American West. Watching snow falling onto the windows of my large studio, I catch myself crying silently and in mourning. Where shall I find my home?<br /><br />A movie trailer on my street, a large broken tree branch, slightly hanging, dangerously dangling over the street as aftermath of the recent snowstorm. Walking in the cold, covered in the warmest clothes I have worn since my childhood in Ukraine, I wait for my gourmet bagel with Salmon, cream cheese. I make my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Illy</span> coffee espresso and position myself in bed, with the laptop on my lap.<br />It is the first day of the winter break and I am emptied out.<br /><br />Hundreds of books to read, hundreds of thoughts to sort out. Conceptual, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">performative</span>, ephemeral, theories fly around me, swirling around my heart. What am I to plan? Hundreds of applications for teaching positions and exhibitions and residencies.<br /><br />The pang of travels, unconquered lands...The howl of the journeys, awakens in me, slightly pinching at my guts. Go, go? where? have I not found something to hang onto?<br />Suddenly, feeling my own foreignness.<br />Friends, leaving.<br /><br />Degas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Lautrec</span>.<br />Invisible labor, class, gender, race.<br />How far to go? How far to push?<br />What am I doing what am I saying?<br />Where do I stand and what do I believe in? Audience.<br />Where is my stance?<br /><br />I do not make objects, do I have something to sell to you? I said SELL. This is after all, America.<br />Sell it damn it.<br />How about, as suggested, put a price on the clipped finger nail. My cut hair perhaps? Package it nicely?<br />For your pleasure?<br />Sell it.<br />The success.<br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/katyagrokhovsky/Desktop/images-1.jpg" alt="" /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwgZYm7_mXuyKgHUtCtyRihsYteHN5l0seeP4vYo1d-uErllZ4NuQvPs5o-FT_2ovrE2kyQ3vg-PxesGA6Mtw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-59517181062390831142010-12-11T21:34:00.000-08:002010-12-16T22:25:54.515-08:00number forty one: heightened state towards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Title: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Americano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Americano</span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >You wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Americano</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Americano</span>.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >He's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">drivin</span>' a jeep </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >But he ain't in the Army </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Gets all his cigarette money</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >From his mommy</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Dressed like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rootin</span>' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tootin</span>' Texas cowboy</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > But this lone ranger's </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Never seen a horse</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > He wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Americano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Americano</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Americano</span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >He wants to drive a Cadillac </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Now he's chasing showgirls </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Smokin</span>' Camels,whiskey and soda</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > Now he's never <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">goin</span>' back </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >He's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">cruisin</span> streets for gold </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Dressed in designer clothes</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > Brother if your too slow</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >You'd better not blink </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Or you'll wind up in the drink </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Americano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Americano</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Americano</span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Gotta buy a diamond ring </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Cause that's his baby's</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Favorite thing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Okay,all right,yeah man </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be American </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be American</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > He's in the land where</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > Anything can happen </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Reach for the stars </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Grab that golden ring </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Just remember he's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Americano</span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >well watch it pal '</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Cause he'll take everything</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >He wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Americano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Americano</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Americano</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > He wants to drive a Cadillac</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Now he's chasing showgirls</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Smokin</span>' Camels,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Whiskey and soda</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > Now he's never <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">goin</span>' back </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >He likes that rock and roll</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > He's playing baseball </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Loves Marilyn Monroe </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >A coca cola Joe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > And a pizza pie to go </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Americano</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Americano</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Americano</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Gotta buy a diamond ring '</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Cause that’s his baby's</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Favorite thing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > Okay, all right, yeah man </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be American </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be American </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Wanna be American</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Small American flags </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >(greets the audience heartily)</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >(<i style="">to any audience member)</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Excuse me, but would you mind bringing over one of those little American flags, from over there? See? Yes, over there.<span style=""> </span>I can’t seem to reach it. Could you please put it in my mouth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Open mouth. Painted flag. American, Red stripes, Blue stars. White cotton. Large. Aggressively painted. Cheap acrylic paint.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" >Over her head.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Flag Dishevelled. Worn over a naked female body. Draped over the pedestal. Centre of the space.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Helpless and passively aggressive. Sitting under hot spotlight. Sparkling cheap dishevelled blond wig. Badly cut. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Asymmetrically. Messed up.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Wearing the flag. Off the shoulder. Hole cut in the middle of the large piece of white cotton. Painted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Aggressively, expressively, energetically. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >In contrast, she sits, her legs and feet together in front of her. Heels. Gold leather. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Audience around her. In front of her. Watching. She is watching them watch her. Passively. Powerfully.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Spotlight. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Nearby, piece of white cotton cloth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >11 small plastic American flags positioned on it. Spotlight.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Music. Loud. You wanna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Americano</span>? Loud. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >In Italian. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Whisky Soda Rock’n’ Roll. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Music. Loud. She is moving to the beat, slightly with her almost bare shoulders. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Sit on the pedestal. Allow audience to come closer. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Wait a little longer. A little more. Wait and watch them watch you. Helpless?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >They cannot see her hands. She suddenly opens the folds of the fabric, draped all around her and points towards one member of the audience. She looks at them, into their eyes as far as she can see. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Point. Choose. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >“Could you please, I’m terribly sorry, actually could you please I’m so sorry to bother you, could you please, I’m so sorry to bother you I’m so sorry, actually, could you please pass me a flag. Thank you.” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >“Could you please, bring one of those flags, those little flags to me and put one in my mouth? Thank you”. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >“Make sure you know your rights, proud Americans!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I can be free in this place I wake up in everyday! Free!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Under God. I Swear.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Once again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Excuse me kind Madam/Sir would you be so kind as to bring me one of those little American flags? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Could you bring it over here, to me? Could you put it in my mouth?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You see I can’t reach I have no hands. Thank you so much, so kind of you. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Hold it in your mouth. She is holding it and watching them, watching her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Watching herself, she is facing a mirror. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She is looking around her. There is a lot of excess of fabric around her, there are white unpainted spots on the fabric. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She spits the flag towards the white, yet unpainted space.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Spits the flag right out of her mouth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Next person. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She is watching, looking around, watching the audience. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Would you be so kind?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Thank you. Put it in my mouth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Thank you. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Putting it in my mouth. Plastic and fabric. Which side? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Through the perilous fight,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > O'er the ramparts we watched</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Were so gallantly streaming? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Once all of the members of the audience have participated. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Oh say, Oh say, Oh say, Oh say can you see! <i style="">(sung.)</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Help me. <i style="">(whispered.)</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I pledge allegiance,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >To the flag,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Of the United States of America.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >And to the Republic,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >For which it stands,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >One Nation,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Under God,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Indivisible,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >With liberty and justice for all.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >With liberty and justice for all.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >With liberty and jjjjjjjuuuusttttiiiiiccee. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >For all Immigrants. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You want to be Americano? Americano? Americano? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Whiskey soda rock.n.roll.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She stares into herself. She blinks and is blank. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She spits out small plastic American flags and goes on. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >One by one. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Does this make you feel uncomfortable? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >It makes her feel empowered, yet disgusted. American whore. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Americanized spaces places cultures. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Continuous action of asking and holding and looking and spitting. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Over and over again. Repeat. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Again. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Could someone please? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I mean, proud American?<span style=""> </span>Please put it in my mouth.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She is blond. Cheap wig. Red and blue paint. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Cheap acrylic.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeat. Again. Once again. Repeat.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >If I may say so myself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You may.<span style=""> </span>Thank you. Thank them. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Thank the audience. Again. Repeat. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I just feel like every day I wake up I’m so glad to be in a place where I can be free.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I’m glad you feel that way.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I do.<span style=""> </span>It’s just great that I have the freedom of speech, and I can stray away from script at any time.<span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >That means I have the freedom to say this…..</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >(Clears throat.) </span></i><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Well, that’s enough of that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Please put the flag in my mouth. Opens mouth.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Hold.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Could I have a fellow American to bring me one of those flags? I can’t seem to reach it.<span style=""> </span>I’m much too helpless and can’t reach places so far out over there. Now, make sure you put it in my mouth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Opens mouth. Hold. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Anyone else care to give it a go? <i style="">(to another audience member.)</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >By the dawn’s early light</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >How about you? <i style="">(to another audience member.)</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >What so proudly we hailed,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Continues inviting guests to put flags in her mouth. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She continues to spit them out.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Onto white spaces of her excessive cloth. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeat. Again.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >At the twilight's last gleaming.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Whose broad stripes and bright stars,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Through the perilous fight,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > O'er the ramparts we watched,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Were so gallantly streaming? </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Oh say, Oh say, Oh say, Oh say can you see! <i style=""></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Music. Americano. Americano. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.<span style=""> </span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You do wanna be Americana. She stays blond and cheap and immobile. She watches the audience . </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >They are watching her watch them. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Surveying each pair of eyes. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >They seem disturbed. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeat. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >One hour. Two hours. Three hours. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >The audience decides not to participate. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Nobody. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She keeps surveying her playing field. She is a creature of American want. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >After gesturing towards each member of the audience with her finger, unsuccessfully, she suddenly gets up, clumsily and starts collecting the flags around her. They have all been spat out and are laying all about, displayed on her excessive cotton flag. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She surveys her domain around her. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She forgets the audience. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >It is now her task. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She reaches out towards each flag.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I’m going to put this in my mouth. She can now.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She puts each collected flag into her mouth. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Holds it for a prolonged period of time and starts aiming to spit towards the white cloth where the flags used to be positioned. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeat. Hold. Again. Again. Holding it. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Spitting it out towards the white uncanonised cloth. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She fails with each flag. Continues the action. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeatedly. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You want to dance </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You play baseball</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You drink soda</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You drink whisky and coca cola</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You take money for cigarettes form your mummy</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You want to pretend to be American</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Pretend</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You drink whisky with cola</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >I love you</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >American. I love you America.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You were born in Italy</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Okay? </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Americano Americano</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >You want to be fashionable </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Fashionable</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Americana</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Still have a few things to work out </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Very, un-American indeed.<span style=""> </span><i style=""></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >She goes on. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Spit. Put. Spit. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >O’er the land of the FREE.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Spit it out and colonize the rest. Un-consume. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Undo the DAMAGE and repeat. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Again. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Undo. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" >Repeat. Walk away. Gather your fabrics and walk away, stumbling. Free. </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14pt;" lang="EN-AU" > </span></i></p>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-54162917918152971882010-12-04T11:49:00.000-08:002010-12-06T17:10:32.606-08:00number forty: look look don't touch me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBWa23-dhprtp11hpZMKepBzemA1AyeXTJkZMHEDtk8L-iflzNtWangWUK6rS7NsKep58Z8W_USj93gaa_fpjzJOnXGOy1EQ5IK_l1K17npa0CKNMln2y2B34Sg6wuEXKXR8ceWWI03S9/s1600/goodman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBWa23-dhprtp11hpZMKepBzemA1AyeXTJkZMHEDtk8L-iflzNtWangWUK6rS7NsKep58Z8W_USj93gaa_fpjzJOnXGOy1EQ5IK_l1K17npa0CKNMln2y2B34Sg6wuEXKXR8ceWWI03S9/s400/goodman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547736736417497714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFRWsNGOUgDPzgk_e-J6JqVx8PAP4Zr6GGFyajI93OOf5pzbCW_9s99utzfJNxokxR1BxwsDPremwpAL0YqhiPTMSaogjLz0unJ2amTHWMNlSETKZCdq6edoLQ19-3P1dCQ1Juv4EGSBk/s1600/goodman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFRWsNGOUgDPzgk_e-J6JqVx8PAP4Zr6GGFyajI93OOf5pzbCW_9s99utzfJNxokxR1BxwsDPremwpAL0YqhiPTMSaogjLz0unJ2amTHWMNlSETKZCdq6edoLQ19-3P1dCQ1Juv4EGSBk/s400/goodman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547735166195682562" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Dance like a man, Ukrainian, 2010, New Blood IV, photos Andrew Green<br /><br /><br />Previously fatigued and aggravated.<br />Stated for your pleasure.<br />Would you like to look ? Look.<br /><br />Cold, snow outside, whiteness covering covering wetness softly flowing, I'd like to read and write. Perhaps that is all , but the desire to painfully unwillingly communicate driving me forward with your public with your public. Audience let me talk to you. I never know how, but let me. The desire to stay internally forever blocked and written on the page /screen is overwhelming but the adrenalin of standing in font of you dancing in font of you dancing with you talking with you showing you my work is leading and flying me towards your sun. Sun so to speak.<br /><br />Oh romantic snow, days before the Fall critique or the second last critique before the last critique of this adventure, I am in bed, nostalgic melancholic, unwell. Thoughts of childhood and mother's care flood my consciousness. broken dreams of broken lucid daily long sleep. Perhaps its all about timing. Right time. right place. am I there? somehow it always feels like I'm a too far or too early for the party or too late or slightly wrong address.Missed, just by a door. Somehow I am left standing at the station wondering where the hell is my train, plane, bus, dogs and feet with wings, de-ttached, for always.<br /><br />Dancing like a man, she wonders, abut choices. yes, free to choose your gender free to behave as you wish masculine bisexual feminine girly boyish aggressive.makes no difference. it makes all the difference. You have choices. women know. unless they change their gender, literally, they will always be women, lesbian bisexual or straight. manly. always women. and whatever the hell comes with that perception and physicality. Add voluptuous physicality to it all and you get the cocktail.Anxiety, objectification whatever sexualization and embarrassment.<br /><br />Theorizing my life, how to tell it all be less personal be more personal blood tears sweat. I had sweat. I couldn't cry.solitude lonely solitary stand here at your service generosity and loneliness of private try to be colder and icier stand it endure it leave it be. Dancing in a traditional clothes she is enduring sweating jumping becoming red realizing its hell and its difficult.<br /><br />Durational looped dancing something of a constant idea . Steps and dance steps. Physicality is what everybody sees, acknowledge it and move on. I wish I acknowledged it ten years ago. Breathe breathe. You are OK.<br /><br />Keep going...<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='416' height='345' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyxomhatdiOqSnlhOXeItzQrCCbzxDBSOK1o7K5yfur3J9oEcV45lR0aKsRRlT-r47sxEjh46nFuOoL7iHNfQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Yotube, Hopak, extract for the performance Dance like A Man, UkrainianKatya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-1170225707882662902010-11-27T18:59:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:33:37.804-08:00number thirty nine: Cold to dull the pain/heat To relax it away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO53_7n8coiPMxyQZm9gPryU4Pzph9LQYH8exqcyugQ37kwrBisTSiXWf3OCGknis9PHnmNztRRw_B_fufQ2mdludmzX3F8Zk4gdr-9xqbXVYqG2LGgqrFHl2nv581oCpPwjw7AicBIArW/s1600/w1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO53_7n8coiPMxyQZm9gPryU4Pzph9LQYH8exqcyugQ37kwrBisTSiXWf3OCGknis9PHnmNztRRw_B_fufQ2mdludmzX3F8Zk4gdr-9xqbXVYqG2LGgqrFHl2nv581oCpPwjw7AicBIArW/s400/w1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545190571877119378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB_QGeBs8PdwhcOl0IRGHLsSlBM6XXL6EVKaJWxsIwjxfNEU665-HMHp4XVUy7L4oUPWGhvmwaothawlvgOhMiUpoe4MaX_PoO6zcpyhPbDtJgk2E0FHrbFtRBoETiRMMkM_z0c1neoE-/s1600/good3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMB_QGeBs8PdwhcOl0IRGHLsSlBM6XXL6EVKaJWxsIwjxfNEU665-HMHp4XVUy7L4oUPWGhvmwaothawlvgOhMiUpoe4MaX_PoO6zcpyhPbDtJgk2E0FHrbFtRBoETiRMMkM_z0c1neoE-/s400/good3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545172613835666322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64iyC-ny3MlYwvZFh0Wss-JHKOb3DwdMif8cdJ-ZKGJxHP0Nm7__EoqX4EKbr4ZevBFXx0CwktTvqz8RPeDYnWuDURvB0HrdFbnQlXNIc0GKyhHAx-WRPzzuae_tJQJtqiIM9ov79tfPL/s1600/good1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64iyC-ny3MlYwvZFh0Wss-JHKOb3DwdMif8cdJ-ZKGJxHP0Nm7__EoqX4EKbr4ZevBFXx0CwktTvqz8RPeDYnWuDURvB0HrdFbnQlXNIc0GKyhHAx-WRPzzuae_tJQJtqiIM9ov79tfPL/s400/good1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545171965428012754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFsgpeQJbIreJd2nN6CYSWixyXpRVAlcydhXp8-1vR6I4TXaNNOvA4CqPUWIRfp-538Mh0bYUNmZvjluydtp59AW5kzVBCjPrrxVlrLmGyCcN9iWwp6wXFlozV7HrFRo3XCYfnLEAhk52/s1600/good2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFsgpeQJbIreJd2nN6CYSWixyXpRVAlcydhXp8-1vR6I4TXaNNOvA4CqPUWIRfp-538Mh0bYUNmZvjluydtp59AW5kzVBCjPrrxVlrLmGyCcN9iWwp6wXFlozV7HrFRo3XCYfnLEAhk52/s400/good2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545171769997920162" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Stand like a Woman, New Blood Festival IV, SAIC, Chicago, 2010<br />photo Andrew Green<br /><br />Time. Large Yellow ceramic mug..I heart NY. Red heart.<br />WE are always wanting more. More. Nothing satisfies. We live in public.<br />Text message. one. another. who are you?<br />wooden angel. On its swing. made in Italy. 1950s?<br />woman woman woman. Man.<br />Let me recover. muscles hurting. one by one. massage. long hot shower. pomegranate body scrub.<br />Vitas. 1980s Soviet music. let me introduce you to love.<br />Slavery. Love slavery.<br />I remember you. Unless otherwise stated . She cares little. Thank you.<br />For freedom<br />sky<br />sweet potato pie.<br />its a rhyme. family....<br />small house criticisms. toys. glittered. made in Western Germany. no longer exists.<br />small mirror disco ball. polystyrene. covered in small pieces of mirror. sleepprettyinpink ear plugs. hot pink. Dolce and Gabanna.. The one.CVS vanishing sent sore muscle rub.<br />no mess pain reliving gel.<br />cool to dull the pain<br />heat to relax it away<br /><br />In God we trust<br />Devchonochka....<br /><br />Please forgive it all<br />I dance non-stop to your Reflex<br />Dance it<br />Creeping through the trust<br />Trust<br />Instruction to obey<br /><br />I will never obey.<br />I will run.<br /><br />Book 1 of Absurd Instructions For your Pleasure:<br />Dilute a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka with a large bottle of pomegranate juice. Drink. Dance.<br />Opera 1.<br /><br />Gadalka. Give your hand to me, I will read it and translate your life to you.<br />See this? You won't make it.<br /><br />Dance. The gypsy dance. Big skirts, long skirts. Colors: corals, pastels. Home Depot, paint colors. Match the paint to fabric.<br /><br />Listening to older Russian pop...memories..pain emotions...loneliness.<br /><br />Let me Thank you:<br /><br />For : a place to love. food to eat. Air to breathe. Friends to spend a day chatting with into the cold of the frozen Chicago night. Ice.<br />kitchen. near a warm oven with The Bird. turkey leftovers.<br />Thanksgiving to you.<br /><br />Let me make a twirl and look into your eyes.<br />romanticism all the way. Pushing pushing...<br /><br />nude? with those?<br />watching watching. let me undress and see . would you like to see me naked? why yes?<br /><br />no work about capitalism.<br />Russian men die young from alcoholism.<br />women are stronger.<br />women in heels.<br /><br />Perhaps Moscow is calling...<br />Running in high heels in glamorous races<br />looking for the man<br />looking for status money<br />bags full of money<br />groceries<br />soup for Andy<br />bags<br />let me stand here and think it over<br /><br />endure IT<br />since birth.<br />the birth<br />the first intercourse<br />insults<br />objectification for all of us.<br />suffer and suffer. Pain you do Like.<br /><br />do not raise the voice.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-10094234514917175482010-11-21T20:20:00.000-08:002010-11-22T19:50:59.281-08:00number thirty eight: STAND Llike A WOMAN, DANCE like A MAN (UKRAINIAN)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqf76WcgcHFS7-iAGlP0J1m9hbtJ89CMGIWUzsCTuoqM8LPp_VIcrkZK6erFOSYkB9ZR7XJIwcTcrOCDrEJLY8vRA4VNp0L7A4d5WHnveFsotmegCih-8a4OtU_yAn6Taeaz04_5QJn0h/s1600/woman4.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqf76WcgcHFS7-iAGlP0J1m9hbtJ89CMGIWUzsCTuoqM8LPp_VIcrkZK6erFOSYkB9ZR7XJIwcTcrOCDrEJLY8vRA4VNp0L7A4d5WHnveFsotmegCih-8a4OtU_yAn6Taeaz04_5QJn0h/s400/woman4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542570873906140690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDMWdpaPdJwFK8arpw37ViCifAxR4H_Q4shRWRlECzTX5dDB8MlLCBBcZtf2W6NgrAgDhgpY3Ml0tmTOHL4Z1i2G_XBSD9rwbW697xzwUxS4q4k7Dbf82-9_fgxO1139tfZ9yXE7OCmAU/s1600/man2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDMWdpaPdJwFK8arpw37ViCifAxR4H_Q4shRWRlECzTX5dDB8MlLCBBcZtf2W6NgrAgDhgpY3Ml0tmTOHL4Z1i2G_XBSD9rwbW697xzwUxS4q4k7Dbf82-9_fgxO1139tfZ9yXE7OCmAU/s400/man2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542228406765582690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsT7CsZI1DSIoyF9F8i_y9aMgU_pfc2JQXGc-EUDnK3mzwHQiNdG57pTnYg3g781MV2pe-Y4NszWM-aCmfgoMj0vGI0yfnoBktqtPvVTLqiDz2nAVczU-6Nv6EQ0rDUoM7gG8CxoImeYY/s1600/man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsT7CsZI1DSIoyF9F8i_y9aMgU_pfc2JQXGc-EUDnK3mzwHQiNdG57pTnYg3g781MV2pe-Y4NszWM-aCmfgoMj0vGI0yfnoBktqtPvVTLqiDz2nAVczU-6Nv6EQ0rDUoM7gG8CxoImeYY/s400/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542228195576459234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><style>p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section</style><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Stills from Youtube: Woman - Glamour Race- Women racing in high heels, Moscow, 2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Man - Ukrainian Traditional Dance, Hopak.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stand Like A woman was performed on Sat, 20th November, 6.30-9.30pm, at SAIC, Chicago.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Following that, Dance like a man, was performed on Sunday 21st, 6.45pm-9.30pm, SAIC, Chicago</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />So you think you can stand like a woman and dance like a man ?</span><br /><br /><style>p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Title: </span></b><i style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Sta</span></i><i style=""><span lang="EN-AU">nd like a woman </span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Concept:</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Growing up in Ukraine, watching my mother wear stiletto heels everyday to work, riding for hours on packed old buses and walking miles of</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cobbled city streets, whilst carrying heavy groceries in homemade shopping bags. I was amazed at the simultaneous strength, endurance and fragility of the situation and her compliance with it. In Stand like a Woman, I am utilizing an action of standing still, wearing very high stiletto heels and elegant classic feminine attire whilst holding a long metal tube on my shoulders with two heavy, loaded plastic grocery bags positioned symmetrically on it. The bags hang on either side of the tube and are full of cans of Campbell soup. Referencing the never-ending battle of masculine and feminine in life and art, testing endurance, appearance and exhausting the body and mental limits of a feminine structure.</span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Title: </span></b><i style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Dance Like A Man (Ukrainian)</span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span lang="EN-AU">Concept:</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Growing up in Ukraine, dancing the national Ukrainian dance Hopak moving ever so slightly inside a semi-circle of girls, formed at the back to allow for the boy dancers to take centre stage, I wowed to: Dance like a Man. One day. One by one the boys performed their exciting strenuous routines in front of us, as I watched spitefully. In this performance, I propose to Dance the Male solo part of the Ukrainian Folk Dance, dressed in a traditional male costume. The dance will be performed repeatedly for 2 hours to the same recording of the Hopak, gradually exhausting the body and loosing the grip on choreographed movement, appearance and traditional gender prescriptions. </span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size:11pt;"><br /></span></p> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> So on Sunday, transformed, half of my head asymmetrically shaved to mimic a Ukrainian old-fashioned male haircut somewhat, dressed in a Ukrainian traditional male costume of: an embroidered men's shirt, embroidered sash, very wide blue satin pants and comfortable red boots, I danced Hopak, repeatedly and exhaustively. A looped projection behind me of a short clip of female dancers, dressed in National costume also, softly and gently swaying.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No, I didn't fall apart. I felt empowered and somehow-protected. Yes, I am a woman, feeling, as I danced, my breasts' gravity, supported by heavy- duty sports bra, moving up and down. Normally, I would be aware and yes, embarrassed. I couldn't care less. I sweated and wiped my sweat on my sleeves. Sleeves of my authentic Ukrainian- imported bought in New York shirt. I didn't care. The white cotton had no stains. I had absolutely no make up on. Fresh faced and sweaty, I faced the spotlights each time the looped music came on. My gestures gradually became more proud and exaggerated. Instead of disintegrating my movement became learned. I understood very quickly I will yes, get tired and sore, but my choreography will not skip a beat. I became stronger somehow in spirit and one thought kept flying through my head, this is hard and exciting, and yes, I want to be a boy!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The woman on the other hand, on the previous night, disintegrated fast. Yes, yet, she held it to the end. I was extremely aware of how SHE looked and what the audience was thinking of my body, my heavily made up face, my new red dress with no bra, the shape of my nipples showing through. My shoulders and arm and muscles exposed , how do they look? Do I have cellulite under this harsh spotlight? What is the spotlight doing to my face, my legs? The Steve Madden stiletto shoes began hurting immediately in almost ten minutes into the performance. My feet went numb, my calves shortened and cramped. I couldn't move, nor did I need to. I stood and faced the spotlight. The metal tube hurting my upper neck. I have a bruise there. One of the shopping bags full of soup cans fell onto the ground. I accepted and dealt with one bag by leaning and lifting it as if not to drop my load. No. Not to drop my load. I cannot drop my load.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The woman took a long time to dress up. She required nice hair, nice makeup, shaved armpits and shaved legs, good pantyhose, new shoes and new dress, good perfume and face mask and creams and nail polish. We know the trappings, yes. She pained me quickly and I became sad and alone. Lonely, standing solitary for audience or not, standing, standing.Thoughts flying through, slowing down. I moved ever so slightly often to keep circulation going. 2 hours is not that long but it can be a lifetime. I stood and nobody told me when to finish I had no sense of time. The blurred faces were spots of colours I cared little who was there. Yet my mind raced around the globe. I pined for home and softness. I thought of harshness of my life, travelling, working, studying...alone. Family on the other side of the world. Always. I pined for home and felt like crying. I don't know if I looked good or not. I suffered and wondered Why? I kept going. Endurance. I know it. I thought back to Ukraine, my childhood. My teeth being extracted with no anaesthetic whatsoever. Yes I am comparing performance to teeth being extracted but the endurance of holding on to the dentist's chair for as long as it took, for the nerves to be taken out with needles, inserted into my live flesh inside my mouth full of blood, tears streaming down my small face,..... open wider...you have very small jaw..open... the corners of my mouth bleeding bleeding...I am standing and slowly bending my knees to help my back. Mama...mama.... I am on a pedestal...yes I am brave yes I can endure but the little shy girl inside me...with those big open cherry eyes and wild forever tangled golden brown hair cries out in bewilderment........ I wanna be a boy I wanna be a boy...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">shaved head free movement running running</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wheat fields and corn</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so small</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">so free</span>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-2757193201532363212010-11-14T16:24:00.000-08:002010-11-14T22:03:08.223-08:00number THIRTY seven: photography //site-specifics and domestic goddess revisited<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGV-LZhc7X1Yl_JpnB3FrycpgrB6q4xxcm-xSRl1ehLlq7MX-4BKRrJ1pJamo9sn0qx_pwpQpPEdw9y6x6kXOiKqT0mkAWpGJ7MZMqV9qniQC6UMvmhxcVEWLXYlQwZdtLeRmUJM-v1oW/s1600/invitehouse.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOGV-LZhc7X1Yl_JpnB3FrycpgrB6q4xxcm-xSRl1ehLlq7MX-4BKRrJ1pJamo9sn0qx_pwpQpPEdw9y6x6kXOiKqT0mkAWpGJ7MZMqV9qniQC6UMvmhxcVEWLXYlQwZdtLeRmUJM-v1oW/s400/invitehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539647224459075666" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuGx_XWIO08SqXsneueSaniRirkb2HWriXExefKmJKOQVEVkE6Jf8HvpdSwWVnKoofdZDDycILcXae9AgjPwyGi5R43EIZDzSH05fpoSBT7x85Ug5N4ohGEWjWcFpQmjIYOM-42ttos0O/s1600/Untitled5.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoiR8tAn_ddHEmQ6YJbzhgP4NndTv0pRUfzg4awtr0U4r_dla_Y3AoFZBoRLwgH4vlJoNlzFT0YUmsJZQZngpJwDcy1gLo3sqiueBXz_nRou9ByP61eWPy9IG0aPh8BYXDWLjIu8dXOnX/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539650258528230882" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2ppb4hi03eV6vWn6eoHxrYJH5P7tUu2smU_48fwJiU2HjsBopnIqQ-T0BAtQrFaApm9ZRANxlmZWHvw3BDXYbrXN9jLqnzQm0pE1AQhGB1dyjtE0vEM7gH6wK6F4V08sn-WM-JwWFlRc/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2ppb4hi03eV6vWn6eoHxrYJH5P7tUu2smU_48fwJiU2HjsBopnIqQ-T0BAtQrFaApm9ZRANxlmZWHvw3BDXYbrXN9jLqnzQm0pE1AQhGB1dyjtE0vEM7gH6wK6F4V08sn-WM-JwWFlRc/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539647411783681970" border="0" /></a>Katya Grokhovsky, Double Exposure, House Portrait number 1, 2010 @What It Is, Large Format 4x5 photographs of the house gallery, currently installed inside the house gallery.<br /><br /><a href="http://badatsports.com/2010/top-5-weekend-picks-1112-1114/">http://badatsports.com/2010/top-5-weekend-picks-1112-1114/</a><br /><br />13 photographs, opened on the 13th November, 2010<br /><br />Coming Up:<br />Performances in NEW Blood Festival 2010<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpraL_-Hlc1v-8EzpZEvHHdQYUo7Rs-7XiqFIpjYFUqVGDcceJ8mjW8PciFsfqWFUsDio2Z0v9uNos2Wa7FQMAWOPq5WK-E19vaWXzv6ICKyHSSAPnZ6-LITJkk7WZx0SibsZVXpkYO0_Z/s1600/bloody.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpraL_-Hlc1v-8EzpZEvHHdQYUo7Rs-7XiqFIpjYFUqVGDcceJ8mjW8PciFsfqWFUsDio2Z0v9uNos2Wa7FQMAWOPq5WK-E19vaWXzv6ICKyHSSAPnZ6-LITJkk7WZx0SibsZVXpkYO0_Z/s320/bloody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539652789171397426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://badatsports.com/2010/top-5-weekend-picks-1112-1114/"><br /></a>Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-28003657951519539642010-11-06T00:00:00.000-07:002010-11-11T20:57:50.807-08:00number thirty six: BuNNYDancing and post-open studio, post-lastMFAlecture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdU9dgx61ee8bpiSew-KTutpLkWeZH5oEGky3G1xeocmPBuuMKZp2UvE111xdWmnpxa5w2G5P5OpHt60X6RLb2FGR2HLeNZnIwH_4Xm_6DDsNYQo-KMar_LGRM6tfFGM2hL5C6PrIceLIO/s1600/lecturecripsin7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdU9dgx61ee8bpiSew-KTutpLkWeZH5oEGky3G1xeocmPBuuMKZp2UvE111xdWmnpxa5w2G5P5OpHt60X6RLb2FGR2HLeNZnIwH_4Xm_6DDsNYQo-KMar_LGRM6tfFGM2hL5C6PrIceLIO/s400/lecturecripsin7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538505418946698946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MNLn4EnjRBn1Wof4V-EracPX3woKF1LNoomWGifdqiOD-w4W7cqjLqoOjZyY7kkLZgfNbj3Rwmi8TwXvVjtGnI_7aRfsW6MKP7EtRYl_DaH3mrhlwoD5vxmDhqGBJyDO9hT4ELajNu-F/s1600/slow+dance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MNLn4EnjRBn1Wof4V-EracPX3woKF1LNoomWGifdqiOD-w4W7cqjLqoOjZyY7kkLZgfNbj3Rwmi8TwXvVjtGnI_7aRfsW6MKP7EtRYl_DaH3mrhlwoD5vxmDhqGBJyDO9hT4ELajNu-F/s400/slow+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538506152163329026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Katya Grokhovsky, Instructions for Slow Dancing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">breathe.................</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">BunnyDancing, WOMAN. Blond Wig , again, RUSSIAN BITCH for Halloween and what to do with the voluptuous female body..................my own.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Response to Slow Dance by Stephanie Plenner, (SAIC):</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">SLOW DANCE</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for Katya Grokhovsky</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A RESPONSE</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Wait:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Dancer waiting for a partner</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The spectator/audience wait for their turn to dance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The mind of a spectator watching the dance?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Desire</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yearning</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shy</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Awkwardness</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hesitation</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fantasize</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Reminisce (good&/or bad memories)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Distance:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">when exploring the dance, explore the space between.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pushing people's limits.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Smells- what if you smell really bad or (weird)? Will they say something?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Will they excuse their self. or openly mention it?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Touch - What if you keep changing where your hand goes, throwing off the rhythm. How would they react if you gradually move your hand south?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eye Contact? - what if you just stared at them the whole time. Would they keep the gaze?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />The Feet:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How aware is the partner of their feet? Your feet?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pushing people's limits</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What if you are constantly staring at your feet? What if you keep stepping on their feet?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is it possible to be off beat during slow dance?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Dialogue:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Exploring conversations during the dance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When leading the dance, lead the conversation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How much is your partner willing to reveal about their self?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What if you go into a deep conversation about your ex or current lover, starting with a memory triggered by the current playing song? Will the partner listen, engage in conversation, start to give advice and/or reveal information about their own romances?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Open ended questions allow for various types of discussion.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Scripting.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Resisting discussion. Can't speak? Smile? No smile?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gender Roles</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The conventional female/male dance. Does there have to be a sexual chemistry./agenda between the two participants?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Victor/Victoria.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Films: Seven brides for seven brothers, Le Bal</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lectures: Martha Wilson,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ori Gersht, Hamish Fulton</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hamish Fulton: .."do in your art what you are really interested in, not what you think will make your career..I was interested and still am, in camping and walking. So that's what I did and do to this day, in my art practice. I walk and camp///".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Martah Wilson: .." it's ok to be unpopular, be unpopular!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" you are changing the world.."....."i make art for myself....first", "internal sense of the audience...."</span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='442' height='367' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyvadRGGMsEyudeeAByY4wSXJlAk9GLz44Z4ZfLGc0wdoipfJjA21VW_BEIYBoV75m7WL-dPO4aiiOaag_7Ng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Katya Grokhovsky, Slow Dance, Open Studio 2010, SAICKatya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4869664378590877442.post-84573592985718309482010-10-31T16:57:00.001-07:002010-11-05T23:57:43.233-07:00number THIRTY FIVE: fatigue and truth, starbucks and bunnies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7n42CXjgey8h9gnuTBuS-QYhqRukX19OqQk71EEDoT-YNzkRExwX5Tp3MFYzIN9jIVR7zzWAKV14oi7Y4MOvFaYfxmKnGxe0MdHH10urWj0GZJISoBuRn93j5ErJ23yKEp4QT714xW9p/s1600/_MG_3004blondewig2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7n42CXjgey8h9gnuTBuS-QYhqRukX19OqQk71EEDoT-YNzkRExwX5Tp3MFYzIN9jIVR7zzWAKV14oi7Y4MOvFaYfxmKnGxe0MdHH10urWj0GZJISoBuRn93j5ErJ23yKEp4QT714xW9p/s400/_MG_3004blondewig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534366269165088306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVk1p-7X3fHcSbuIf5MpYIUh8Qx44EBIi8NfbnqIXF42G_lFZAVpG63AlwwSUUT3fiZDuxaQx-QozYMRDupv81lza9OHOl08M4AxT5zPaX4WZCsJCmwunX6geDnG4r6TFnAivR1Nn4s_k/s1600/_MG_3019blondemirror2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVk1p-7X3fHcSbuIf5MpYIUh8Qx44EBIi8NfbnqIXF42G_lFZAVpG63AlwwSUUT3fiZDuxaQx-QozYMRDupv81lza9OHOl08M4AxT5zPaX4WZCsJCmwunX6geDnG4r6TFnAivR1Nn4s_k/s400/_MG_3019blondemirror2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534366055506261234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJAKyZ0j0iNRe0tAONSk8sFS1_nSOxXK-CINIwmXvUxYw-unmFRQh_iOVOXCfV2v8YeueQVmfhlKirgzhobUC0Xg_QpQ_uaot5ynEBTfsww7hvrze92-sRf4_PMSeokn5psRffJtGpFKM/s1600/roll1011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJAKyZ0j0iNRe0tAONSk8sFS1_nSOxXK-CINIwmXvUxYw-unmFRQh_iOVOXCfV2v8YeueQVmfhlKirgzhobUC0Xg_QpQ_uaot5ynEBTfsww7hvrze92-sRf4_PMSeokn5psRffJtGpFKM/s400/roll1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534365448094955538" border="0" /></a><br />Katya Grokhovsky, 2010, Untitled, photo Andrew Green<br /><br />Pink fluffy bunnies and long floppy ears and kangaroos. Around you, dancing to instructed directions to future love and prosperity for your dollar. art and dance and keep on moving your way through it all. I doubt there is anything else, backwards, step step and loose it. anxiety levels and stress hitting my face. Palmer House.<br /><br />Whore?<br /><br />Prostitution thoughts, red dress, will you slow dance? would you like to slow dance with me? will you, would you? Asking is not my forte, I ask. I smile softly and walk away after rejections. wives protecting husbands, their business men ...I haven't had enough yet, not enough drink in me for this..sir, it's just a slow dance..., my room is upstairs. I am a filmmaker from Brazil, this is a Meyer of my city dance with him, oh no, don't that's his wife. ok wife. Dance with me then? No? Women and women. dancing. Dancing. moving. why am I doing this? Doing it softly forgetting moving. Beautiful location strange audience ? what???? yes. what? yes. red or black? red. tight. no bra? yeah! little risque, hm. push them towards you. It is an old fashioned mating ritual. yes it is.auto erotic addiction let me share me with you , passed down from you to you, she is revolving around her own axis. never leaving the universe of her juices. flowing blood. ready for your bunny costume? pink?<br /><br />Men/ women. Dance. with me. Lets do the can can baby, let me woo let me ask you. we are in the middle of a business meeting..ah yes, I see that. yes and your rooms are all upstairs. drained and fatigued, loose steps don't. Don't step on me. self esteem taking a bow: thank you for the dance. middle America and homophobia. why woman dance with woman how strange...no, you are not having my man. looking at you.I am not having anybody..it is just a slow dance..let me slow dance you to slow slow slow jazz slow<br /><br />coffee and biscuits i just want to crawl into a fluffy ball and roll into a corner where drink is available. let me.<br /><br />the story of bunny and two metals sticks:<br /><br />Spotlight. Bunny pink fluffy costume on a floor in a heap. two metal sticks, curled and sharpened At the end. I made them.<br /><br />Woman walks in. Gold heels, black dress.<br />Play the music: La Isla Bonita...<br /><br />She dances.<br />Slowly puts on the bunny costume, keeps on dancing.<br /><br />music stops.<br />She starts hissing: thiiiii...thiiiiiiiis thattttttt..thh ththhh thhhh<br />she is learning the sounds thhhhhh...<br />a story I never told you about is the story of the bunny.......<br />bunny hopped across the world<br />bunny loved the world but bunny had to relearn how to hop..hop hop..<br /><br />bunny had to relearn how to talk as if bunny never talked before bunny had to learn how to walk as if bunny never walked before...bunny had to learn how to jump as if bunny never jumped before....but most importantly bunny had to learn th sound...because Bunny never made th sound before...<br />thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh<br /><br />hhhh<br /><br />Dance with the bunny:<br /><br />Bunny costume. pink fluffy cheap.Katya Grokhovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10621449897924852995noreply@blogger.com