THE
DOLPHIN GURLZ
TRILOGY
The Dolphin Gurlz Finale
Coming Soon
Coming Soon
DOLPHIN GURLZ 4 EVER
2019
Blown glass, steel, chain, crystal locks, bio-wax, mica, perfume, and bricks
”There She Lay” Exhibition at Westbeth Gallery Curated by Claire Felonis9’L x 52” H x 18” D
not available for sale
DOLPHIN GURLZ ETERNAL
2022
Blown glass, steel, chain, Japanese rock crystal, crystal choker from Nasty Gal, bio-wax, mica, resin-clay, solder, patina
”There She Lay” Exhibition at Westbeth Gallery Curated by Claire Felonis
8’H x 32”W x 4”D
not available for sale
Wet Dreamz
2019
Steel instrament for the Dolphin Gurlz
45” W x 69” H x 5” Dnot available for sale
DYNASTI
2019
A Sculpture for the Dolphin Gurlz
Steel, bio-wax, resin, copper, mica, perfume, chain, blown glass, brass chimes, shells, string, driftwood
not available for sale
The Dolphin Gurlz 4 Ever
By Earth Ængel
GURLZ (it/ its/ they/ dolphin). Jailed by the overage of violent stimulation against the discovery of being. In the pits of projected human shame, the Dolphin Gurlz break free from the aquarium of disillusionment, collecting its remnants in the tide pool of the ring master’s excrement. The institutional flag, flailing its bank of ideas, blows in the wind and then disappears into thin air. The Dolphin Gurlz find themselves in uncharted waters guided by an unseen force–Themselves. The Dolphin Gurlz come to and begin to reimagine themselves in the hangover of the Empire.
Turning away and tumbling through the deep ocean into the current, the Dolphin Gurlz embodies a phosphorescent wave–a gender fluid pod in this borderless and expansive abyss. The lights flicker, pulsate, and lead astray, and then forms a line over-and-over again 4 all eternity. This current is the source and promise of this eternity, and it enters ALL of the bodies of the Dolphin Gurlz.
The Dolphin Gurlz. Who are they? Gurlz aren’t Girls. Swimming beyond gender, Gurlz are their own economic collapse of sovereignty, at the pawn shop trading in their “sanity” to get a little spending cash for the after party of self-discovery. In the recovery room after Top Surgery, the Dolphin Gurlz are finally dissolving into one shared body of experience–communicating in sonar miles away from the Empire’s psych evaluation. The Empires minions stand guarded with their clipboard of chloroform–the territorial checkboxes of being. In response, the Dolphin Gurlz hover above one's own image like an exorcism. The knife slices through the skin, piercing the tension–a release of energy. The universe is exposed. A BIG BANG. The Dolphin Gurlz then re-enter one's own body holding hands with THEIR OWN SPIRIT. Apatched backup with two crescent moons that rest above the breath, creating new passageways to move through.
Decolonized Bodies. Decolonized Gender. Decolonized Apocalypse. Is it time to celebrate? A NIGHT ON THE TOWN. The Dolphin Gurlz are seen ordering sardines and spaghetti on the border of Chinatown b4 heading to the club. Blending in and surrounded by small glowing tchotchkes, the Dolphin Gurlz swim down the streets lined with the scent of the sea moving towards the surrender of music and dancing. We have transitioned and we will forever be transitioning. Digesting all of the new words to the backdrop of the Empires Meteorite. Together, over spaghetti and neon lights, we wave goodbye to what being human meant under these conditions, and we swim away in abandonment towards a new horizon.
GURLZ (it/ its/ they/ dolphin). Jailed by the overage of violent stimulation against the discovery of being. In the pits of projected human shame, the Dolphin Gurlz break free from the aquarium of disillusionment, collecting its remnants in the tide pool of the ring master’s excrement. The institutional flag, flailing its bank of ideas, blows in the wind and then disappears into thin air. The Dolphin Gurlz find themselves in uncharted waters guided by an unseen force–Themselves. The Dolphin Gurlz come to and begin to reimagine themselves in the hangover of the Empire.
Turning away and tumbling through the deep ocean into the current, the Dolphin Gurlz embodies a phosphorescent wave–a gender fluid pod in this borderless and expansive abyss. The lights flicker, pulsate, and lead astray, and then forms a line over-and-over again 4 all eternity. This current is the source and promise of this eternity, and it enters ALL of the bodies of the Dolphin Gurlz.
The Dolphin Gurlz. Who are they? Gurlz aren’t Girls. Swimming beyond gender, Gurlz are their own economic collapse of sovereignty, at the pawn shop trading in their “sanity” to get a little spending cash for the after party of self-discovery. In the recovery room after Top Surgery, the Dolphin Gurlz are finally dissolving into one shared body of experience–communicating in sonar miles away from the Empire’s psych evaluation. The Empires minions stand guarded with their clipboard of chloroform–the territorial checkboxes of being. In response, the Dolphin Gurlz hover above one's own image like an exorcism. The knife slices through the skin, piercing the tension–a release of energy. The universe is exposed. A BIG BANG. The Dolphin Gurlz then re-enter one's own body holding hands with THEIR OWN SPIRIT. Apatched backup with two crescent moons that rest above the breath, creating new passageways to move through.
Decolonized Bodies. Decolonized Gender. Decolonized Apocalypse. Is it time to celebrate? A NIGHT ON THE TOWN. The Dolphin Gurlz are seen ordering sardines and spaghetti on the border of Chinatown b4 heading to the club. Blending in and surrounded by small glowing tchotchkes, the Dolphin Gurlz swim down the streets lined with the scent of the sea moving towards the surrender of music and dancing. We have transitioned and we will forever be transitioning. Digesting all of the new words to the backdrop of the Empires Meteorite. Together, over spaghetti and neon lights, we wave goodbye to what being human meant under these conditions, and we swim away in abandonment towards a new horizon.