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Omnious, 2020, photo series & .pdf

Omnious chance encounters with organized spirituality and religion in NYC.

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Air Pressure, 2020, photo series

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This is a collection of images I took in the summer of 2019 on a road trip through the United States. As a tourist, you are inherently an outsider, removed from a place. I embodied this sentiment and took pictures of scenes that to me depicted small signs of something human in seemingly desolate or isolated spaces.

 

These pictures balance a line between gloom and vulnerability, a vulnerability that at times is tender and human.

Published in Artfare's Mirror/Image Exhibition. 

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Syrazy, 2019, photo series

Photos taken in late summer Syracuse, the Rust Belt, 2019. A small American town with a lot of beige carpet and a challenged economy.

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Lana Rhoades, 2018, digital collage

Lana Rhoades is a porn performer born 1996. After receiving unsolicited comments on our resemblance, I looked up her work. This collage is of comments on her videos that speculate on whether she is acting or not, whether the porn is fake or real.

 

I had been thinking of femininity a performance, Lana Rhoades and other women's acting in porn as the ultimate feminine performance, of woman as object, of woman as her body, as reproductive organs. The images of her tattoo are from different films, and prove her identity is static regardless of acting in different roles.

Blue, 2018

Movement and light in NYC. Bright and blue day

hyper-femininity, 2019

The title of this work is a play on hyperreality and femininity. It’s about how constantly being objectified makes reality feel unreal. The closer I stare in the mirror, the more disconnected I become from reality, the ideal feminine form is so unachievable it borders simulation. The animation is in my likeness, a cyborg.

 

Audio borrowed from Trisha Paytas<3, who has made a living performing hyperfemininity on Youtube. 

Birds, 2018

The birds are borderless, the birds are fleeting, the birds are free, the birds are alone, in a group, exposed to the weather, transient in nature, the birds remind me of me, of immigrants, emigrants, migrants, of moving from a place to another with the intention to inevitably leave it and stay in flux. 

Like4Like, 2018

Online comments left on Youtube videos read out loud IRL in lonely spaces. How absurd is our online existence when made visible in the "real" world? Leaving a comment is like screaming something into a ravine. You throw something out without expecting a reply, if something answers back it's usually a reflection of yourself. Work in progress 

Copyright 2020. Ellen Bjerborn. All rights reserved

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