The artist’s ability to traverse the time/space continuum with alacrity this week has caused for euphoric outpourings of ecstasy.
She no longer fears failure. The ever present cyclical spectre is powerless in the face of her qualified accomplishments.
ART: There is nowhere to HIDE.
Releasing her core sounds; vibrations emanating from the start of time; Cullinan gives thanks to the affirmations she finds deep within her psyche.
Studio work progresses with avengance, allowing for a serendipitous approach finds the artist fiddling with a minutiae of detail, each, like snowflakes, a unique individual that obsess her with their perfection. Tactile and easily lost; she sacrfices to them her displaced body to adorn.
Closure WILL commence.
The artist is at the mercy of her own whimsical flutterations. Deploring her own lack of physical and mental rigour, she determines not to be swayed (momentarily, for now) by the musings of contemporaries.
Time is short, work undone.
Cullinan’s performance debut as part of collaboration SSoCiaL with socially engaged artist Sally Lemsford, was now in the receeding past but it’s emotional imprint lingers on in the present. To focus on the interpretation and processing of this intensive experience was to be delayed by snouts and technology, whilst mingling irritatingly in the diversions of daily life.
A more fulsome rendering of the debut of Cicatrix Macula (paratus) is forthcoming on
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Cullinan rates the experience as ‘interesting and unexpected in extremity’.
Initially sworn to hang up her performance heels, she is now making plans to don her superhero pants – over the top as usual.
