Exhibition View
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020, digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020 (detail), digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020 (detail), digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020 (detail), digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020 (detail), digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Giulia Essyad, Off-Colors, 2020 (detail), digital print on tarp mounted on concrete and various materials
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Giulia Essyad, Cream & Butter, 2020, plaster on cardboard and various materials, 40x140x80 cm
Giulia Essyad, Cream & Butter (detail), 2020, plaster on cardboard and various materials, 40x140x80 cm
Giulia Essyad, Cream & Butter (detail), 2020, plaster on cardboard and various materials, 40x140x80 cm
Giulia Essyad, Dolls, 2020, 3D printed and various materials, 22x10x8 cm / 14x6x4 cm
Giulia Essyad, Dolls, 2020, 3D printed and various materials, 22x10x8 cm / 14x6x4 cm
Exhibition View
Giulia Essyad, Doll Parts, 2020, chocolate bar, 17x10x3 cm (limited editions of 5)
Giulia Essyad, Doll Parts (detail), 2020, chocolate bar, 17x10x3 cm (limited editions of 5)
Giulia Essyad, Blue Period, 2019, digital print on tarp, 79x268 cm
Giulia Essyad, Blue Period (detail), 2019, digital print on tarp, 79x268 cm
Exhibition View
Giulia Essyad, Welcome To The Chocolate Factory, 2020, digital print on tarp, bubble-gum flavored air fresheners, 410x270 cm
I chewed and changed for the bluest.
— Giulia as Violet Beauregarde
Leave my body [planet] or die in it.
— Giulia as a Na’vi proverb
often in meeting those so unaffected, larger
yet in size we were not easy
to fool, speaking in riddles unbeknownst we
should have known better, tart nothings
i write this in worry on backs of boxes wrapping
tin deflections caught in the wind
it comes in waves
the shipping docks
sites of insurrection, i digress, where
will we find ourselves
at the wits end of all things
we knew and needed, were we not
fed, scrunched down, factory town,
only with such shed can we even begin but ponder,
what is a mercy in such caste,
blinded sepulcher marry me not
to the night so artificial, we could have sworn,
a case terminal, well one day we will, goddess willing, leave this place
— Cherish
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