Mina Ferma e Composta - Azioni Catartiche

You know Mina.
You've seen her in Awakening, she's been helping out a lot to keep the blog together, tumblr wise. 
She is a cool kid, always working on something interesting, from home made t-shirts to art projects. And there is a project going on since the last couple of years, "Azioni Catartiche".
Body art with a technology twist to it, divided in acts (two, for now), black and white self portraits with organic texture.
So here is her work, out twist to it, answered (or not) questions, (unwritten) to-do list.

Thesselle: Where did you study?
Mina Ferma e Composta: Art School "Andrea Sabatini" (Salerno). Actually in Politecnico di Milano.



T: What is your occupation at the moment?
M: Fighting boredom.

T: What do you usually drink?
M: White russian.


T: Did you have a trauma?
M:  ...

T: What is it your addiction?
M: cigarettes and trichlorethylene.


T: Your favorite place?
M: None

T: A song suggestion?
M: The XX, Client, Aucan, Cristal fighters, Have a nice life, New candys, Verdena, Marie antoinette, I Cani 
(last months playlist).

T: A song that really turns you off?
M: "Fa-fa-fa" from Datarock (way to many suffering awakenings)

T: The most relevant book you read in the last year?
M: "Invisible monsters" from Palahniuk and "Elogio della disarmonia" from Dorfles.



T: Sweet or salty?
M: Salty


Mina's 10 things-to-do list:
Never had it. Just the thought of having one would cause way to much anxiety. In the priorities there certainly 
is to create a Third Act, move in another city and start over.


Here her Tumblr, with suggestions and inspiration.


more photo and italian after the jump
altre foto e in italiano dopo il salto

Runaway

we want run away in late night, without being discovered

The one thing you can't get out of severe parents: the opportunity to 

sneak out at night. 

There is no thrill, you're just going to say "coming back late tonight" while rushing out of the front door. Curfew would be avoided by the tutor's deep sleep and the ability to shamelessly lie the morning after. What would have been interesting to do is pretend to go to sleep, wait until the last light is out and then theatrically sidle down the window or just sneak out the front door, towards the night. 

The unknown night, that something out of the ordinary, boring every day life, the never ending routine that keeps you trapped in anxiety, in week plans, in a severe parental control. To have a time to be the person you're not during the day, a space far from those eyes you can't disappoint, feel the adrenaline in your blood just imagining your father waking up and for no apparent reason checking if you're sleeping. 

When your parents treat you as an adult since you become a teenager it ends up there's no need for that to happen. You don't have rules to break, so you don't really get feel like putting up a riot, because you might have nothing to stand against.

In italian and more photo after the jump