Poetry: The Palace Festival 2 - Isabella Vento
Das Palace Festival fand im Juli 2018 in Polen zum dritten Mal statt. Es ist ein Residency Programm, das einen Raum für Künstler*innen verschiedener Sparten bietet, sich auszutauschen und an ihren Werken zu arbeiten. Wir stellen euch die Texte dreier englischsprachiger Lyriker*innen und Arbeiten der Fotografin Sophie le Roux vor, die uns auf dem Festival sehr beeindruckt und inspiriert haben. Hier Teil zwei mit Isabella Vento.
BRUSH TOOTHING FOR ELEGANCE
When I brush my teeth I think about the spacing
between my teeth. How there are spaces
L A R G E R
&
smaller
tighter and looser.
And how the bristles of my tooth brush
perhaps
won't make their away into these spaces
When I brush my teeth I think about when I was a child and I
am pretty convinced that fruit tasted a lot different then in
fact my grandma often mentions that mandarins don't taste the
way they used to. When I was a child I wanted to be sleeping
beauty and my favorite colour was pink. A chorus in my head of
She is indeed most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her
hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep she
finds repose. Maybe I subconsciously thought I wanted lips
that shame the orange of what once could be called a mandarin.
Succulent vivid.
When I brush my teeth, I ponder the reason
why my aloe vera is
dying.
Her name is Lucy.
She is dying like the leaves in a salad in
my lunch box and also living at the same
time///I think the relationship to my
environment is
unhealthy.
I don't think I hang out with animals
enough. My mom named me after Isabella
Rossellini who once said I wanted to look
like a quartered cow hanging in a butcher
shop as well as disturbingly appealing
after she starred in Blue Velvet. I want
to look as disturbingly appealing as Lucy
and I love cows and don't want think of
them in that way. I think the reason why
she is disturbingly appealing is because
she was sold at Home Depot and I am
suspicious of plants that are sold at Home
Depot or at supermarkets or at Home Depot.
When I brush my teeth I think about the word green. I love it
when you say a word over and over and over and over and over
again and it starts sounding disturbingly appealing. Kind of
sexy, kind of luscious, kind of nonsensical.
I'm sorry, I mean unnatural. Unnatural just like the way that
the Virgin Mary looks way too young in Michelangelo's
adaptation of the Pietà, which we went to go see many times
when I was a child at the Vatican. Michelangelo has this view
that he shared with one of his sculptor buddies once he said
Don't you know that women who are chaste remain far fresher
than women who are not chaste. Chaste basically means you
just don't have sex. A synonym of the word according to
google's dictionary is... I N T A C T.
When I brush my teeth
I am no longer brushing my teeth
and there is a strange green liquid
gurgling beneath the filter of the shower
I can hear it.
I’ve often also thought about the food that is
trapped inside my lunch box when I am on
the subway, attempting to escape the spaces
between the lid and container. Like the space
between my teeth. Tight and
loose.
I am trying to make love to myself
like the garlic is to the seaweed
inside my lunch box. Garlic fucking
the juice of the meal of my day.
How remarkable is life?
My mother stopped telling me off for using the word
fuck because I think she's just given up on me. She
really loves this designer called Coco Chanel who
once said People think that luxury is the opposite
of poverty. It is not, it is the opposite of
vulgarity.
I don't think I ever really grasped the concept.
When I brush my teeth, I can hear this G U R G L I N G. It is
a gurgling, cryptic, green, vulgar chant of prescriptions for
my body phenomena that becomes as intact as the silicon
between the white tiles of this moulding bathroom as important
as the Virgin Mary is to my first grade nun teacher and also
as important and mighty as Home Depot. Because it sure is
mighty, isn't it? But I think it should be as important as the
space between my teeth actually, which is
meaningless,
as meaningless as
the particles in the food inside my fucking lunch box
which are not important to you or to me or to anything.
ISABELLA VENTO ist eine multidisziplinäre Künstlerin aus Italien und lebt in New York. Ihre Kunst verbindet eine Vielzahl von digitalen Techniken. Ihre Arbeit zielt darauf hin, soziokulturelle Rahmenbedingungen, die sich als Konsequenz der modernen Medien und Technologien zeigen, zu erforschen und herauszufordern. Sie hat ihre Werke bei verschiedenen Ausstellungen in London und auf dem BLOOP Proactive Festival in Ibiza gezeigt. Im Moment studiert sie Interaktive Telekommunikation in New York und arbeitet an audio-visuellen Performances und Installationen, die das Publikum direkt einbinden und dazu animieren, sich mit Fragen rund um Identität, Macht und kollektivem Bewusstsein zu beschäftigen.
☞ Weiterlesen
Auf Isas Webseite hier.
Und Sophies Fotos weitergucken hier.
