"I'ts My Birthday"
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An excerpt from
"I’ts My Birthday, rock & rope, yellow chair, chandelier, coat rack, rug, Crap w Art"
By Sabrina Bilic
My art is subjective to the viewer
I build autonomous objects that exist unapologetically
They exist to confuse the space they have been placed in
Communicate between one another.
I have developed a space that I like to call my party
No one and everyone's invited.
This space exists in my mind but some of the props exist in reality
In my mind:
The rock is the centre of attention
The rug is a cozy place for stoners
The chair is the perfect seat for a couple making out
The scribbles being discussed in drunken banter
The book read in a corner by those less social
The oranges spinning in the middle of the room like a disco ball
The coat rack holds keys and the bags no one wants to lose
Walls white with beautiful signs
Sausages lining the walls like streamers
Everyone dressed in my colours.
The reality:
I like the idea of the party more than hosting it
Sewing the oranges is more enjoyable than having it as a disco ball
The rug is so stunning when left in the sunlight
The chair is a perfect spot for the book
And the idea of a book feels better than the thing itself
The coat rack is actually useless in reality
There is honestly no need for the rock and plinth aside form the fact that I like it
Reality is disappointing
I think the reason I made the perfect party in my head come to life
was to try and bring a sense of joy to others.
Even on my darkest of days,
yellow makes me smile
Blue makes me feel calm
Red holds power I aspire to have
Orange is the warmth within me
"I’ts My Birthday, rock & rope, yellow chair, chandelier, coat rack, rug, Crap w Art"
By Sabrina Bilic
My art is subjective to the viewer
I build autonomous objects that exist unapologetically
They exist to confuse the space they have been placed in
Communicate between one another.
I have developed a space that I like to call my party
No one and everyone's invited.
This space exists in my mind but some of the props exist in reality
In my mind:
The rock is the centre of attention
The rug is a cozy place for stoners
The chair is the perfect seat for a couple making out
The scribbles being discussed in drunken banter
The book read in a corner by those less social
The oranges spinning in the middle of the room like a disco ball
The coat rack holds keys and the bags no one wants to lose
Walls white with beautiful signs
Sausages lining the walls like streamers
Everyone dressed in my colours.
The reality:
I like the idea of the party more than hosting it
Sewing the oranges is more enjoyable than having it as a disco ball
The rug is so stunning when left in the sunlight
The chair is a perfect spot for the book
And the idea of a book feels better than the thing itself
The coat rack is actually useless in reality
There is honestly no need for the rock and plinth aside form the fact that I like it
Reality is disappointing
I think the reason I made the perfect party in my head come to life
was to try and bring a sense of joy to others.
Even on my darkest of days,
yellow makes me smile
Blue makes me feel calm
Red holds power I aspire to have
Orange is the warmth within me
