Sexism in the virtual world.

Well, when I was ejected twice from two virtual nightclubs in Second life, and my digital avatar was propelled into the barren space of the universe, it was because my nipples were showing. After two hours in a sandbox trying to unpack my garments, I was allowed half a digital dance. I had been subjected to advertising from the 'Rapemaster' as well a graphic image from a pornographic site but I was ejected because my nipples were showing. Everything was covered; I was very polite, and I even avoided the particularly rude, sexist comments from male avatars making notecards calling out things like "Boobies!" . I was there to dance. I have been exploring auditory and visual landscapes. I have been doing back-flips in zero gravity and eating free chips. Yes...I got free chips. My modest, lace-covered nipples, however have disgraced me. Yet...Sodom and Gamor  saturates the adult site. It is not real. This is virtuality. My little avatar can handle it. I've got friends at 'Wild Angels' in Second life. Keep your hands off. 

Dheborah

Dancing in the snow on a frozen icebound pond. Dance Island, with DJ Janya. Monday 7 December 2015.

Sunday at 'The Bridge'...

Art Exhibition at 'The Bridge'.

The virtual exhibition and installation, built on the elements contained within adult digital spaces, is still showing at 'The Bridge'. If you simply walk through and leave, you will feel .....nothing. Live in the space for as long as you can and spin gently through your perceptions. My thoughts shifted from nothingness moments to joy, before I was trapped in a space where I was in a cage with giant, hungry looking birds. Their presence also calmed me. Allow your own awareness and senses to absorb both the coarse and the beautiful. However, do not be surprised if a naked man walks past you, or a vampire-like figure circles you while you are suspended thousands of feet above the sea.

Storm clouds roll into the Wheatbelt.

Saturday 14 th  November 2015.       

The Gate Maker Series: "Volcanic Wren Babies".

These are little metal wrens (the "Crumbles") that were constructed by someone I know...kind of - Brad Jackson. Brad is a metal craftsman and iron forger/blacksmith who has merged with the arts.

Systolic