Bauhaus museum

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A small and nice exhibition  about Bauhaus on Lea 2 (http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LEA2/80/120/2007).
Had some fun with Gray Child(the neko(cat human hybrid) in the picture) and a few lyrics of Massive Attack to which I was listening. Some of which had relevance to the exhibition.

Bauhaus(1919-1933) didn’t last long as an independent art movement in Germany once the Nazis came to power(1932) as it quickly became  un-German and ‘degenerate art’, not strange if you look at how some of the women dressed up and behaved(go and watch the exhibition).

Being unconventional is something no repressive society can cope with. And since women had to fit a specific mold, (blond, blue-eyed, docile and focused on motherhood) being manly(smoking, unmarried and having unruly hair, look below) was a no no.
Bauhaus did live on because it influenced and interacted with other art mostly because the artist fled from Germany to other countries of the world. In a way this was their luck as apparently the rest of the world was prepared to be influenced by them.

There is a certain irony in the statement at the top of the picture below. The picture is called Marcel Breuer mit seinem Harem= Marcel Breuer with his harem.
Mag ich flapper sein? pfft! Nein danke means something like: Can I be a flapper(but in German it actually also can be: Am I allowed to be a Flapper)? Pfft!. No thanks.
(http://bauhaus-online.de/en/atlas/werke/marcel-breuer-and-his-harem)
Flapper was a nickname for young women in the 1920’s who broke with conventions by wearing short skirts, bobbing their hair and listening to jazz(another degenerate art form).
There is an irony in the statement in that these women are Breuer’s group of women who were associated with him and they actually do not look like flappers to me(usually they were more elegantly looking) but neither do they look like the conventional women of the day. They were a third kind 😛  At least that is my take on it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flapper
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bauhaus
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Traces of Second Life: MBK( Masterbastler Kreise.)

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It is me.

After I had visited the exhibition of Instincta van Helsinki at the MBK gallery, I wandered out of the gallery on to the nearby sim. I had expected it to be just one sim with perhaps a few shops, maybe a dancing perhaps another gallery or some houses. A general sim from sl. Instead I found that place consisted of  no less than eight sims connected to one another and was made to resemble a part of Germany. While you can wonder why people would want to remake parts of real life in SL if they are at liberty to do any fun stuff, I have to say that we had some really nice time going about the place. With me: I mean Missie and me.
Here is a picture of us both at the trainstation Frankenhain.
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I have made a few more pictures of the sim, which are not exact screenshots, as I altered them a bit in photoshop as part of my desire to experiment with images, but they should give you a general idea of the sim. I understand you can rent shops, houses and so on. At one place there is a ski-track where you can get ski’s which you can also use for lang laufen. There are also bicycle stands.

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This was a picture I made when I had just walked out of the gallery. The gallery is that church like building in the top right corner. I have visited Germany at times.. and it captures the general mood of it. Or to be more precise. It breathes the atmosphere of rural Germany.

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This picture is somewhat more altered then the above one. It still resembles the picture I made though.

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The sim was set to a winter landscape. And this was one of the villages we happened on to.With the white fog it makes for a chilly winter picture.

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Another town called Grunau. Look at the timber-framed houses. There is a bit of a mystery about this place, which I did not try to solve. I leave it to you to find out. The mystery is this. The coat of arms that you see on the windows of the shop to the right side, shows a fir tree, partly white and partly green.You can see it behind the busstop. This is the coat of arms for Grunau in Austria, but the whole place is advertised with Germany.

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Not much to add. I hope you like the pictures.. I like to make and altered them a bit. In general I tried to capture the mood of the sims.. It is interesting how people spend time in making these things look nice.

Second life url: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/MBK%20Flughafen/113/77/43

Art by Second Life: Instincta van Helsinki

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Artwork by Instincta

Seems that of late I visit art places. Since I eventually meet other artists, they give me links to their art. I am not sure where this heading, but I sort of like to fiddle around with pictures so I use those visits as a bit of an excuse to do exactly that. At first I had just the idea to show their art without my interference, but I want make sure that what I show is just to report what they make and not to copy their art so it can be copied again. Hence the appearance of myself in these pictures, often as a neko and the odd angles. The art belongs to the artist.

 

Here is a statement of the artist who made this art. She is also the co-owner of an art gallery in Second Life called Valo Gallery(Second Life location: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cotton%20Cay/185/55/22.)

 

This is the information she send along with the invitation about the exhibition I visited.

“The artworks of MBK gallery have been made both in real life and in Second Life. I started to do the exhibition on December. I photographed the ice in my country, Finland. Weather conditions, however, quickly changed the unprecedented warm and the ice melted. It was as if spring had already arrived. The ten-degree temperature in December was really

strange and on the other side of the world was the polar vortex snow storms in areas where not should be snow. I captured with a digital camera how the last ice crystals disappeared.

On January I filmed myself floating in Second Life. Basic idea was make short machinima about woman floating meditatively, where the time, weather and culture does not matter.”

The above art was displayed at MBK gallery which stands for Meisterbastler Kreise.. which in an interesting place. It has eight sim that are a representation of Germany. I explored a little with Missie and later returned to take some pictures that I will show in a later post.

The art of Instincta can be seen until the end of March at this MBK gallery at this Second Life location: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Meisterbastler/65/159/34.

 

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Missie and me agreed that we liked this big layered artwork. It looked so good, it felt real.

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One of the artworks on display. Two pictures actually, one on a round prim superimposed over a larger square one.

Red Flag

 

Red Flag is a movie based on an art installation called ‘threatened’ made by Asmita Duranjaya in Second Life.
I do not like to explain too much about it as i like people to make up their own stories.. to let their mind go and thing.. what is going on?
For me the movie is not a representation of the art installation.. it forms the fabric of my story and imagery that should be a story on it’s own.. At least.. that is what I intended.
And because the movie is made as is intended it is by all means.. an intentional series of depictions.

Enjoy!

Two nekos do Urupe 5: Venice.

Screenshot - 9_29_2013 , 1_53_46 PMMerit: “Venice is actually a kind of strange place for it looks like someone forgot to add new buildings to it after the sixteen century or so. So it is a place that seems forever in old times.  So it is a good background for eerie and strange novels, movies and assorted imaginations. Of course.. there is Death in Venice the book by Thomas Mann and of course: Don’t look now…”

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Strange poster really, you might have expected a little bit more red in it.That is what the movie is throwing at us all the time.
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So we just fiddled around a bit with layers and stuff.. I do say.. the result is not half bad. Wanted to capture the recurring theme of water and red.

Kris: “That is the kind of movie that slowly gets appreciated more and more until everyone gets fed up and it either gets damned for being overrated or becomes a cult classic… or both.”

Merit: “Do you like my picture??”

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Staring out over the very water of Venice. Someone said that eventually it will sink into the water, so better visit it before it does.

Kris: “Your picture? I somehow spot the hand of Taubie in this.”

Merit:  “Well, I thought of it. Making pictures takes a lot of thinking….”

Kris: “So you does the thinking. And Taubie does?”

Merit: “She makes them pictures..”

Kris: “But no thinking?”

Merit: “Ehm in another way… you know.. like… well,  let’s have a look at the next picture.”

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Kris : “What is this… and what has this to do with Venice?”

Merit: “That is the book were the story of the movie comes from..So actually Daphne thought of it.. and Roeg made it into a movie. A bit like me and Taubie. I thought of the pictures.. she made them.”

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Water and a watery sun.. Venice is a harbor city that borders on the Adriatic Sea. Which is nice if you like water.
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Why do I have the feeling that we are looking from Venice at Venice? Maybe it is a Mirage. A surreal appearance of something that is not there..

Merit: “So Venice is another possible candidate for being the Capital City of Urupe.  Like it has got it all: books, movies, water, boats, historical buildings and landmarks. And you know a lot of Italians went to the US, so there is a sort of intimate connection there.”

Kris: “I wouldn’t know. That movie makes the city pretty scary.. I mean if you see a little person wearing a red coat then you better run.. Did they ever get that killer?”

Merit: “It was just a movie.. besides.. that movie was made like in the last century… decades ago.. Bet if there was a killer he or she will be pretty dead by now.”

Kris: “You never know.. some people might not be people at all..but something supernatural. Like ghosts… or devils or demons.”

Merit: “I think we getting a bit in the depressed zone.. let’s go for an ice-cream.. Which btw Italians are also famous for.. Italian icecream!”

“Yesah!”

Little sister, part 2

I was sitting in the mahogany lobby of the  hotel with my legs crossed.  The couches, tables and chairs were the red brown color of mahogany, although the leather and fabrics were slightly redder. The floor was a fast expanse of red brown with a varnish that made it look smooth.

I was reading one of those glossy magazine’s. They made me curious because I expected one day to see an advertisement selling guns or saying something like: stop buying these ridiculous expensive clothes that are probably made by exploited kids in poor countries and required the death of three different species of animals. But instead I looked at women who looked a bit like me: slender, young, fashionable. Almost like me, but for the piercings and the red,black blond hair that was slightly too masculine. The piercings had almost made some of the staff blink, but they were used to lot more strangeness so they recovered quickly from seeing me, in fact so quickly that I hardly noticed..

Yrseke sat down on my lap.

One moment she wasn’t there, the next moment she had replaced the glossy.. She wrapped her arms around my neck and said, “So how are you?.”

I looked at her disapprovingly. She quickly stood up and moved over to a couch where she sat back making her body stretched out over the length of the couch, but leaving her high booted legs off .

Yrseke was spectacle.

If you looked closely there was a strong similarity with her older sister Taubie. They were the same shape, length and build, but you would not belief it when you saw them. The younger one, lounging on the couch, was playful, with gestures that were inviting and slightly sensual. She always wore skimpy clothes. Low rider jeans that were tightly fitted to her body. Shirts that revealed more than they covered. One of her favorite looks was wearing a bikini top with a open cut vest without sleeves on some tight low rider jeans. Her hair were always done with tails. Like now she was wearing pig tails. In demeanor she played often the naive somewhat gigglish girl who was open. She didn’t hide feelings and liked to be around people or with people. Especially attractive sensual people.

“How did you like my surprise?” She was toying with one of hair pigtails. Trying to wrap some hairs around a finger. She tilted her head slightly.

“I was surprised indeed. Not quite sure if I was supposed to jump into the bed or not.”

“I think they wouldn’t have mind one way or another. I did hear that you didn’t stay till the end..”

“Your friends called you to rat on me?”

“Friend from friends, actually.  Or more like friends from friends from friends. They sort of liked this kind of thing and I thought you might be needing something spicy to brighten your day..” She smiled broadly.

“The sun was bright enough. I was almost blinded by it’s glare.”

“I still don’t know if you liked it or not.” She mock pouted her lips.

“I still don’t know myself.”

“Well. I would have known what to do.” Her grin was very wide, “Aren’t they a pretty couple? Strange thing was. How did you know how she looked?”

“Because I saw her sitting when I went up. She was looking at me, a bit apprehensively.” I said.

“Well spotted.” Yrseke clapped her hands.

“You know.. I wonder what you do for a living. I mean the people you know. Where do you get to meet people like that?”

“Well I mix work and pleasure. Do a bit of this and a bit of that. Dance a bit for money over here, and serve drinks over there. And get hired to entertain.”

“And have you big sis cover the expenses.”  I poked at her.

She smiled and kissed me on the nose. “You should change, when you are a posh girl you get grumpy. I like you better when you are not.”

“What should I change into?” I pondered.

“I like the neko teen version of you. It is easy going and funnah. I had more or less expected you to be. You are most of the time.”

“I wonder what I would have done if I was like that…”

“I think you would have jumped onto the bed.”

“Was that what you were expecting?”

“Yes.”

“Oh hum.. you keep surprising me.”

“So change, change.” Yrseke urged.

So I changed into my nekish teen persona,. A teenage girl with green eyes, brownish hair, wearing a gypsy outfit with a long tail, cat like ears and a large beanie hat looking like a panda bear. I then jumped on the couches, chairs and tables.  It made Yrseke giggle. They tried to capture me, which at first did not succeed, until I was cornered by ten men. They picked me up by the tail and removed me from the lobby by throwing me into the street. Yrseke got away with without a scratch, because that is how things always went.

When I had scrambled upright I examined the sky and predicted rain. Then we looked at each other.

“I think I am going to visit some friends of friends who are having a party.” Yrseke said.

“I think I am going to visit Taubie.” I said, “She is probably alone making something. That is your big sis. Always alone and making stuff. She probably likes some company.”

Yrseke smiled at that and said, “Yes, I think she would like your company.”

I waved goodbye by stretching my arm and waving at her and she started to walk away.

“And you know..’, I said, falling back into my nekish attitude, and then shouted, “You knowish!”

She stopped and half turned to regard me.

“If you need any help..like with nasty people, just holler. I change into a big mean dragon and eat them all.”

She smiled at that and said, “I know you will.”

And I waved goodbye again.

Of course she knew I would. She is my little sister too.

 

Little sister, part 1

The red of dusk flowed into my room and  streamed over his almost naked body.The light came in from the only window in the room. It was facing the door I had entered.

The walls, now mostly  hidden in shades, seemed to be made out of large stone slabs which had been painted with a broken white. Somehow I got the feeling I was inside the room of a cottage or farm. There was a dark wooden table with a small lamp and a telephone to my left, a tall mirror on the left hand wall, a chair in front of me made of shining metal tubes and dark leather, a large dark wooden closet against the right hand wall.

In front of me was a bed with him on it. I now saw that his manly features were hidden by a towel strategically draped over his loins. I  barely glanced at him and then walked to the mirror, put down two shopping bags i held in my hands and then the shoulder bag. I looked into the mirror to see who I was.

The best way to describe myself was starting from below and then go up. I was wearing high heels with a leopard pattern. The heels made me my legs look long and fragile as if I was going to break an ankle if I miss stepped. I wore a short sheath skirt with the same leopard pattern as  the heels had and above the skirt I was wearing a wide loose pink shirt with a cross stitched on the front in the same type of leopard pattern.The sleeves reached over the palms of my hands. All my fingers had long nails and golden rings; the little fingers having even two. I had a necklace made out of oblong shaped pieces of wood and gold.. My face was riddled with what looked like piercings, although I suspected they were not. There were two round ones, the size of a small coin just below either side of the end of my lips. There were several around my mouth,  on my nose and on the bridge of my nose and two very small coin shaped ones on my brows. I had two ear pieces made up from the same wood and metal as my necklace. My hair was short, but long on top. The area around the neck and lower part of my head was shaven upwards and colored in with red and black. The top hair was dyed blond and brushed to the right side of my head.

The man on the bed did not say anything. He was laying on one side. His upper body held upright with the aid of his arm. His eyes, brown I expected, followed me about, he was expecting something, but with not with a nervous expression, rather it was a calm expression.

When I sat down in the chair the leather creaked a little. Sitting there I Iooked at him, letting my gaze meander over his body. He was deeply tanned, but not too much, healthy, but not too muscled. Shaven. Curly hair, not too long. I expected him to be a mulatto, but his features were mostly hidden by the glow from the sun.

Although I suspect I would not have needed to, I did put my a finger to my lips telling him to remain silent. I saw that my nails had not only long but painted black with leopard patterned crosses on them.

We sat there for a few minutes, while I kept my face blank and he kept his face expressionless as well. I wonder if I was sexually stunted, because I did not feel any excitement.

I took the telephone from the desk and called reception.

“How may I help you, miss Coba?”

“If I am correct there is a woman sitting in the lobby who has the following description. She has long brown hair and is dressed in a simple black silk gown. She is wearing simply golden jewelry.  She is tanned, caucasian and has either brown or blue eyes.”

“There is indeed someone like that in the lobby.”

“Tell her she can come up.”

“I will.”

A few minutes later she arrived. I had in the meantime removed my heels.

She glanced at me, then passed me by quickly and joined the man on the bed.

There they had the interaction that was called making love. They were passionate and fiery. I watched for some time, then left before they reached their climax.