Karla Zurita presents Bildungsroman, a solo presentation of fifteen sculptures created during her two-month residency at the Berlin Art Institute.
Zurita positions herself as the protagonist of Bildungsroman, her sculptures cannibalize and recite her losses, tribulations, and ultimate maturation. In them lie Zurita’s mind, wardrobe, and fixtures.
Zurita’s sculptures reflect and consume identities developed in part by the internet. Her youth was spent blogging, neatly packing dissonant images and references into categories reflecting fantasies and desires for who she could be. #TechnochristianRenewal, #Industrial-GradeEmo, #InfantilizingLolitacore, #DesertRoseCatholicism, #ClearTechnologyNostalgia, #High-QualityRaveGirl.
Mimicking artists who use the archetype and costume of the clown to explore the state of being an artist, Zurita presents how her development as an artist was marked by shape-shifting into and exploring the different identities she had created in her youth.
The sculptures’ glorious jumble and medley of her aesthetic evolution become a portrait of the artist as a young woman. The opening sequence of bildungsroman closes with a matinee rite of passing out goodie bags from a cornucopia.
“With the free-dom of a girl online I can choose to be trapped in a winter wasteland with a cupboard full of swords and a shrine dedicated to catholic saints.
With the freedom of a girl online i can choose angelicism in a slavic wasteland worshipping Archangel Michael and owning swords or I can choose a swimming pool inside a pale-pink lit mall or i can choose submission through black studded leather or a jute rope i can overwhelm myself with enough infantilizing images that i begin to believe I am a prepubescent girl not something i truly want but i can submit to lollita and follow plushies, lace, maids with ribbon frills til i start wearing collars and I start to feel like the clown in Soir Bleu but I drink Monster instead and hangout in industrial plants with bodies of green radioactive water, But i see green and feel nostalgic for Narcisuss, I think of greek mythology and I rip stories like The Prince by Machiavelli a part and dress in ties.
I put on my school girl outfit and submit to submission again this time to Guadalupe and Mexican-Catholic imagery of deserted homes in an arid climate and bright plastic chairs of varying colors. I get into a camero with Luis, he likes my rosary. With the freedom of a girl online I can be any girl.”
Text courtesy of the artist
Zurita positions herself as the protagonist of Bildungsroman, her sculptures cannibalize and recite her losses, tribulations, and ultimate maturation. In them lie Zurita’s mind, wardrobe, and fixtures.
Zurita’s sculptures reflect and consume identities developed in part by the internet. Her youth was spent blogging, neatly packing dissonant images and references into categories reflecting fantasies and desires for who she could be. #TechnochristianRenewal, #Industrial-GradeEmo, #InfantilizingLolitacore, #DesertRoseCatholicism, #ClearTechnologyNostalgia, #High-QualityRaveGirl.
Mimicking artists who use the archetype and costume of the clown to explore the state of being an artist, Zurita presents how her development as an artist was marked by shape-shifting into and exploring the different identities she had created in her youth.
The sculptures’ glorious jumble and medley of her aesthetic evolution become a portrait of the artist as a young woman. The opening sequence of bildungsroman closes with a matinee rite of passing out goodie bags from a cornucopia.
“With the free-dom of a girl online I can choose to be trapped in a winter wasteland with a cupboard full of swords and a shrine dedicated to catholic saints.
With the freedom of a girl online i can choose angelicism in a slavic wasteland worshipping Archangel Michael and owning swords or I can choose a swimming pool inside a pale-pink lit mall or i can choose submission through black studded leather or a jute rope i can overwhelm myself with enough infantilizing images that i begin to believe I am a prepubescent girl not something i truly want but i can submit to lollita and follow plushies, lace, maids with ribbon frills til i start wearing collars and I start to feel like the clown in Soir Bleu but I drink Monster instead and hangout in industrial plants with bodies of green radioactive water, But i see green and feel nostalgic for Narcisuss, I think of greek mythology and I rip stories like The Prince by Machiavelli a part and dress in ties.
I put on my school girl outfit and submit to submission again this time to Guadalupe and Mexican-Catholic imagery of deserted homes in an arid climate and bright plastic chairs of varying colors. I get into a camero with Luis, he likes my rosary. With the freedom of a girl online I can be any girl.”
Text courtesy of the artist