Swinging chandeliers, drifting asleep, dreaming of other places and other times. Trashy realms of unreality and unconsciousness. Whirlpools of gloss, sequins shining, blurring pounding noises, voices, hazy, racing hearts,
multi-coloured sparkling fizziness, multi-coloured stars dancing. Celebrations, confetti, parties and general nostalgia, along with a whirlwind of mess and debris left behind.
Childhood nostalgia and memories of eating leftover pavlova for breakfast in the dining room; ruby raspberries and sweet whipped cream sprinkled with edible glitter. The golden chandelier in the center of the room, submerged, dripping from exploded party poppers. Party rings, fireworks, sticky face-paints, and party games. Oily paint and pastel pigment smudges. Stick on earrings.
I am interested in the people at parties and celebrations. How they define themselves and their ephemeral existence in this often hyped-up, fake, and superficial world. A world that is meaningless other than what we create in it.
In this escape from reality a dream world is created, a powdered fantasy, a lurid lie, encrusted with gemstones and coated in rose tinted, sugary spectacles.
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