
Belladonna Magic interview with Christine Sloan Stoddard
Our world will always need stories, beauty, vulnerability, compassion, and nuance. Poetry can offer all of these things. In doing so, poetry helps us find meaning, tenderness, and power.
Our world will always need stories, beauty, vulnerability, compassion, and nuance. Poetry can offer all of these things. In doing so, poetry helps us find meaning, tenderness, and power.
Jantsankhorol works are huge textured black or cream sculptures with red light emitting from inside or behind them. They remind me of primitive life forms or otherwise futuristic – worms or possibly plants. They have a disturbing feel to them as they take over space – hanging from the ceiling of one room rendering it impossible to enter. It is an immersive installation that activates feelings for me, rather than thoughts.
The Attic There’s a house in my nightmares And it towers to the west The living room is safest But there’s evil overhead Restlessness…
The art crowds are in the Giardini or Arsenale until 7 pm, on the far side of the island. Whichever day or time would have clashed with other major events but perhaps in hindsight, I might have been better off doing the opening on Thursday when the pre-biennale buzz was at its height. However, the opening of the exhibition Alive in the Universe was on Thursday, which is showing 6 of my films and on a personal level, I didn’t want to miss that.
This year, my project titled IMPRECISION: The Aesthetics of Failure draws upon work I have produced alongside an essay written for British philosopher Andy Hamilton’s forthcoming publication The Aesthetics of Imperfection. The show will run during the opening month of the 58th Venice Biennale. I will be writing a daily diary of the exhibits, experiences during my time here.
Sometimes called “raising a cone of power” or “drawing down the moon,” in the center of our circle lies the crystallization of our combined energies. It is through taking on the archetypal power of the Goddess that we root into the earth, expanding our auras until they loom large as the Creatrixxx.
When I was 16 I never wanted to be home because I was always in trouble, or if i wasn’t, I was paranoid because…
The concept sits heavy on her numb mind as she drives home. The steering wheel is cold under her fingertips as she realizes she…