There is something that makes me come into your presence. The fruits of your looking is so sweet. Now, take your seat , you wouldn't want to miss this exhibition. An ambiguous image of a photograph of a wall of a place I once traveled.
One among many places I go
I go without breaking a heart,
secrets, transcend flights through space, through the wormhole, and in the wall with the vision into sounds in the umbilical cord of the universal womb, and ultimate intimate mind travel, intergalactical golden threads to be uncoded, unlocks mountain tops opens in a room full of steam floating dreamscape. We have not met yet, is undefined, yet still we can imagine. Dreaming of the pure kingdom. Orange crates of technology. Realms of love.
Bodies of stones stacked in the river, as sacred as mother earth finally
fucking or maybe a hallucination...
Naked and vulnerable, giving away sensations for red eyes and the sun rise, and now the cry of the horn that is an animal, and the moaning, fingers deep in soil, and lactating beasts, soft sonic howl of heaven excite us everywhere all around us. Love, joy, and finally laughter, and the sensitive build up to the ultimate flood. Swimming thighs deep in flowers, comforting pleasures, tingling incense blossoming. Vibration to the senses like mind altering substance to the tongue. Swallowing warm lights, like the sun in my dreams you are covered in rose water, wet from the sea. Into the hot belly of the rainforest. Slow sweet breath of moss glazed with an ambiguous image of a photograph of a wall of a place I once traveled. One among many I go I go as the heart of a glacier melts, and takes away its secrets with it. Hear the whispers inside, chanting from long ago. Collect tears from memories of the past. Echoes come and go,
You're beautiful, eternal glow.
More than this world, like you will ever know. I need you like a friend needs drugs. Wear purple your majesty. No longer can you knit my heart, it's fragile to such insanity. Would you wear black, white is to pure like cocaine... this fairytale we live in. Enchanting lullabies us to slee. Threads of dreams, pulls of breath into breathe in a kiss. Pleasured senses guide our clocks in sync.
Awada is a multimedia artist based in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She received her associates of arts, and Fine Arts from Anoka Ramsey Community College. She is currently pursuing completion of a Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of Minnesota twin cities campus. Awada explores utilizing alternative spaces to display her artwork. Her interest is in connecting people to experiencing and engaging in public while privately experiencing themselves as a viewer. She uses social practice and performance art as a method of meditation, offering clear forms of experience, inviting the viewers to participate in complex, participatory installations. Awada’s images are often conceptual. Her favorite works are on nature, space, doors, gates, portals, jackets, and patterns. Influenced by her own upbringing, she seeks to make universal art. Shelby’s installations often include instructions and secret codes. She is inspired by philosophy, cymatics the study of vibration, science, and sensory perceptions. The context of her work is defined by finding the significance in commonality. Her purpose is in restoring, growing, and appreciating other living things. Her work is shaped by her personal experiences, and the people she has encountered in her life adventure. A part of her mission is helping people who are homeless (environmental conservation), survivors of sex trafficking, and creating parties for introverts.