Welcome to Her Figure Studies. It’s ok, you can look.
model: Nina Collins
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Discover breakthrough pieces ready to disrupt your space and spark conversation. Ai wrote the line before this one, and I kept it because it’s humorous.
Teeny Tiny Acrobat in Round Vintage Frame, an archival print of a hand-painted acrobat, part of a series of 100 acrobat paintings by Shana Torok.
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b. 1972
This is me, Shana Torok. No one can pronounce my name, I figure that’s why people avoid saying it all together, and perhaps why I have no friends. Don’t feel bad for me, I don’t want any. And if you are mad at me because you think you are my friend, maybe you should consider calling or emailing every once in a while, consider this your notice. I’m not even friends with the person stage right of me in this capture. I have lots of stories and stuff that happened between the time when I wore these parachute pants and now.
I’m a drawing & painting clown, sad humorist, performing fool, truth-teller. My work is all about the body, mine, yours, all of it, humor, tho it doesn’t feel funny at all to claim it as a work motivation or attribute, and play. If chatgbt or any other bot got a hold of this attempt at a bio, I am sure they could really make me shine. I prefer matte.
As I go deeper into writing my bio, I feel a sense of gratitude for those that have contributed to the layers and colors of me. The ones that have labeled me so generously. An “unpredictable bitch,” “a loose cannon,” “all over the place,” “Miss inappropriate,” “too sensitive,” “If you want to know what Shana thinks, just ask her,” “brutally honest,” “surprising,” “phonetic speller.”
A bio is a daunting task, I would prefer to write mine without words, people will see what they want anyway right?
I was basically born, a lot of shit went down, and well, I’m kinda jumping in the middle here. I’ve acted as an art director for some fancy pants places, and a bunch of brands. I have put myself in boxes and cage danced in NYC in the 90’s. The box I am referring to was when my brother helped me construct a human sized Rubik’s Cube costume to compete in a roller-skating contest, I placed 3rd. Gosh, there is so much to tell, but I think I will return to my original impulse and tell you without words. (Video may go here some day if I remember.)
I’d suggest “let’s connect!” Truth be told, I do not socialize or engage in small talk, medium talk, or big talk. If you think of other ways to connect, I am all ears.
Social? I’m not.
