Maïmouna Patrizia Guerresi
As a photographer, sculptor, and installation artist, ‘Maïmouna’ Patrizia Guerresi reveals unique and authentic sensibilities in her narration of the beauty and subtleties of racial diversity and multiculturalism. Over an established career, she has developed her own symbolism, which combines cosmological and ancestral traditions belonging to various European, African, and Asian cultures. Her personal commitment to Baifall Sufism has led her to produce an aesthetic that is able to bridge time, space and civilisations, as well as figuration and abstraction.
The human body is seen as the nucleus and temple of the soul, a place that houses a delicate, higher awareness; the very conduit for encompassing natural and cosmic forces. More about mysticism than any singular religion, her work is visionary in that it restores those elusive qualities of sacredness and unity in our frequently dehumanising and fragmented contemporary visual world. Her classic iconographic style explores the universality of human experience and reclaims the often hidden nurturing powers of feminine energy. Presented as a kind of free flowing epic, the viewer is left to read the significance of her imagery and quietly meditate on its potential to personally engage with its audience. As if her figures were speaking directly to each one of us.
From her earliest experiments with the physicality and archetypal imprinting of the psyche, through to her latest, evermore metaphoric ‘inner constellations’, Maïmouna insists on a cross-cultural discourse and an expansion of the boundaries that normally dictate our individual attitudes. She invites us to see further and to look deeper – past skin colour, preconceptions, and ethnic landscapes – into the wider paradigm of inclusion. She leads us through apparently simple notions of dimensionality into the exquisite, mystical and fragile complexities of life from within. - Rosa Maria Falvo,
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When sometime in the far future I die, don’t hold a perfunctory church funeral, and especially not an impersonal box-ticking Lutheran funeral. Throw a big party for everyone i know where everyone gets wasted and tells dumb stories about me and wakes up the next day with a spectacular hangover, wearing someone else’s jacket, with internet photos they dont remember taking of them dancing on tables to Rebel Rebel. Every. single. person.
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pix plz
well, since you asked. also keep in mind I just woke up, and it’s 5:30am so I look gross and now I dunno what to do with my hair I knew I shouldn’t be trimming it with my beard trimmer thing.
Welp. I attempted to trim my own hair and now it looks like I have a bald spot on the right side of my head :x
YOU NIQQAS WANNA LEARN ELVISH?! HERE YA GO!
this makes me think about the post about the two girls who didn’t want to get caught sendes notes in class so they learned elvish
Huh. This really reminds me of Hindi, it’s very similar. Some of those letters look the same as hindi. How cool~
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