Joined the New York Times special event, Kai-Fu Lee in conversation with Rebecca Blumenstein, at Guggenheim Museum.
Even though I’m not familiar with AI, I really enjoyed his talk. .
…And I Made Love to the Moon (2018)
The viewer is greeted in the photograph by a spherical object resting in comfort among a darkened atmosphere. The object, presented glowing in shades of orange, appears cratered in glamour and beauty. Examining this sphere further, it reveals that it is the Moon – only a three-dimensional printed sculpture that is made to function as a cordless moon lamp. Its non-descriptive color upgrades the function and identity of the depicted moon, from a satellite to a star, becoming a fiery sun. Additionally, the blurred negative space in the surroundings appear like a hillside or a mountainous terrain, but if looked at closely, it reveals a bed section with blankets and sheets. The title of this artwork otherwise romanticizes those items in the picture, given that they are symbols of love. They were meant to describe a very intimate moment of love-making that is etched till this very day in El A'awar's own memory. Presented too as a continuation statement, the title pauses at the love-making encounter, leaving the post-process of the intercourse as an output only to be visualized and orchestrated in the viewer’s own imagination. How should this story end? Picture El A'awar's lover as the glowing moon, heated in passion. The bed sheets being as vast as vales; the blanket peaking into hills and mountains. El A’awar was nevertheless represented by the pictured hills on the left that receive the moon and give it a secure shelter away from a nearby darkened chasm. Moreover, El A'awar's hills appear warmly lit by his lover moon, marking an awakening of love. The close encounter between the moon and the hills thus create a gorge, partially hidden to symbolize a fine path towards their private love affair that is forever immortalized in this surreal composition.
It is so sad to see women lose their sense of empowerment over a few kilos. Beauty standards are a social construction, but a woman’s self worth shouldn’t be. .