Athena Papadopoulos – Smurfette, TAPPED, 2017
Wood dowels, screws, glue, antlers, self-tanner, synthetic hair, taxidermy insects, jewellery chain, wire, pigmented
polyester resin, freeze dried worms, crustaceans and fish, crows feet with nail polish, confetti, bird feathers, taxidermy
mole, taxidermy bird head with enamel pin, image transfers, hair dye, lipstick on fabric and wool, stuffing, lingerie, dyed
fur, trimmings and thread, Pepto Bismol, Berocca, red wine, Malox, Gaviscon, foundation and bleach on carpet, auto-body
paint and clear lacquer on pigmented concrete
223 x 125 x 115 cm (with carpet 223 x 173 x 150 cm)
In the occasion of its inaugural opening, Castiglioni is pleased to present To Die For, a group show curated by Athena Papadopoulos and the gallery.
The exhibition show works by Athena Papadopoulos (Toronto, 1988) and, for the first time in Milan, by Matt Copson (London, 1992), Neil Haas (South Shields, 1971) and Will Sheridan Jr. (Brussels, 1988).
To Die For
A play in one act by Athena Papadopoulos
[A pack of Smurfs walk into a bar… there is one Smurfette with a notpocket, full of notmoney. She STANDS-TALL at the barall eyes on who? All eyes on you! On all of them really…allin one fell swoop.]
And so it goes:
Artist Proof says:
I’m going to be the perpetrator…
but I’ve lost all my monies and need for a place to stay tonight too youu know
Back reply from Microphone Controller :
Gahgah! Goo goo girlfriend…
At least you tell lies I can believe.
But more than that… who doesn’t like Italian food?
Truth is, I only like it if it is boyyyyalingaling
hot if you want me to be DTF.
Can you dig me out ?
Otherwise just Pluck my pigstails u BJwHndlbzzrs?
A quicklipped reply from Never HavEyEver :
Glee and Envy Blues!!!!
Adam’s Apple, Eve’s CraBApple!!!
I wouldn’t give her the time of day!
I’d just lay and lay and lay until it was
That time of day
When it was time to Pray
As I did say and You know I said it
I love thee!
With love for thee
So you tell me
Why do I keep having to demonstratively demonstrate that?
(it smells like quatro fromaggi in the orange room)
He, who continues:
Even after I let you devour me?
And so what’s left anyway?
Answer me that! And if you can
Fucking Can Can then
Right here, right nowTHEN, I too will be DTF
And back again Artist Proof goes:
I am in-gra-tit-alated. obvi!
But I am not about to stand here and scream at you-all AllDay.
Your pills! I SHALL s wallow
I taketh into my loins,
Like the dog who wasn’t sposta
And then you ended up having to pull lines of grass from his ass
and I DO NOT want to be that girl.
What’s a girl sposta do?… she’s got to eat don’t she?
So please please
Or forever wud work too
But most of all
Just fucking beeee
To a T
And down to Fuck AS ALL AS HELL AS I WILL AND HE’LL EVER B
And another reply this time from the unconscionable Wall Street Journal :
AND YOU DO, fucking know it too
Have a history.
But the problems of three don’t amount to beans in this crazy world
And for that, I lay myself out.
I givith myself to thy Will
thou Willist me so?
I embrace your gratuity
In doing so
I die for you
And then Artist Proof says to them all:
Is just much more thrilling —
A bride stipped bare,
So willingling bare,
By her most unsuitable,
Unintelligible of bachelors.
Gawd! I can’t compete with he/ him/ he/ or she
And if hes’a she and then she’sa
Hoo hoo ??!?
Then just do your things
If you luvhimlethimGOGO
If you could just treat me to dinner whilst still letting me stay thinner
Then I promise Not To Give Myself To You
1. No one will benefit
2. One organism benefits
3. Both benefit