Sci-fi comedy

During my final show, while I was studying at the Masters course at the W.C.A, U.A.L, I exhibited, among other things, a few dolls that had gone through a process of transformation and were out of place. At some point we had a visit by some externals and a woman, whose name I do not recall, suggested that next time I through the dolls out of the window. In the same space I had also exercised on the "never-ending date project" (explanations on this issue are found on previous posts) that excited her a lot and she expressed her desire to see more of these in the future. I admit that it was my first attempt to work with dolls and it might have not worked as well as expected, in that particular space. The thing is, though, that the "never-ending-date project" has lost part of its charm for me. I can't tell if things might have turned out differently if I had stayed in London. Yet I am now discovering how to integrate dolls in my work and I think that this issue might have "bread" in it for a long period of time. It incorporates a lot of issues I am interested in, like the perverse way that grown ups feel about toys, the deliberate misunderstanding of aesthetics (or the actual lack of them) of consumeristic toys, judgment on standards of beauty and above all my favourite "seen in, seen as" issue as put by Richard Wollheim (link here)
Further more, issues on contemporary pop aesthetics, the mundane in art, working on an existing image (as I do with postcards) and so on and so on.
From a personal perspective, working with dolls, also allows me to move between the edge of art and design (objects of commodity) as I am also making new clothes and accessories for them and I modify their appearance.


Within the above context, I have been flirting lately with the idea of a sci-fi comedy. My narrative takes places in the future, somewhere near the complete destruction of the Earth. I claim that an international government takes the decision that the only way to save the planet is to make people slightly more stupid and slow and more susceptible to ideas of love relevant stuff. To accomplice this, on account of the scientific allegation that the proteins found in meat enabled the cerebral development of the species to its known form, they persuade people to stop consuming food with this kind of nutritional elements. Everybody accepts it and my dolls belong to the third generation or further of these people.
They are divided in three groups: earth-dwellers, sky-dwellers and submarine-dwellers. I have not developed yet the complete psychological profiles for the latest two groups, in-spite the fact that I have already made two of them (photos in previous posts). I know that their clothes will be more towards the steam-punk aesthetics and that they belong to the working class. This is because, in my futuristic Earth, a great amount of polar ice has melted and thus the surface is too limited to have industrial and commercial zones. The remaining Earth is filled with mansions and solaria.
The surface dwellers are decadent fashion victims that are only interested in showing off and gossiping about each other.
The first sample of them is presented in this post. They are a couple of women (I heard somewhere that the nature is becoming more and more feminine and I thought that if I applied that to the human population of my story then maybe in my universe sexes, as well as notions of homosexuality and heterosexuality, will have lost their meaning. Seamen will be found in banks or grow on trees). Within a concept of love and mutual respect they decide to join their lives for ever and carry their child together by joining their limbs as if they were siamese sisters. In these photos they are with their pet-friend. Enjoy. All rights reserved.
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