Aminia Grey

Take Me Home. 2012.

Paper Mache letters wrapped in NYC subway maps.  Something I made for the Astoria Market fair.  

take-me-maravillas asked: Is that all your own work?Love it!x

Yep!  Thank you- I appreciate it.  

Let’s Go.  2012

Cut paper. 

Let’s Go.  2012

Cut paper

Junior One Bedroom.  Work in progress.

For the past two weeks I’ve been planning and practicing and sketching my first large-scale installation.  Naturally, it’s a giant pop-up book.  

 This is the 1/2-scale model in progress.  3’x3’x3’. 2012.

Bottles & Cans. 4’x5’

A scrap of a poem I that wrote about college. I won’t say it’s good, but I bought this super glossy epoxy resin varnish goop and wanted something to pour it on and had just enough to cover a 4’x5’ canvas.  I like the high gloss finish more than the work :-D

Bottles & cans and keg stands & cloves,
Tall boys, couches, back seats, and curbs.
Friends & lovers.  Beautiful disasters.
Good times, bad timing, and the mornings after.
Actors & artists & music makers & bakers.
Just one last shot of One-Fifty-One & done. 

FYI:  That white splotch next to the B in “Bakers” is just a reflection off my super flashy high glossyness, it’s not really there.

Wacom tablet, maps, & pop-up books on an unmade bed. Yep, this is my home.

Bride 2. 2012.

Another bridal magazine gets the X-Acto treatment.  

See also:  http://aminiagrey.tumblr.com/post/20126895037/2012-im-at-the-age-where-all-my-friends-are#notes

Bridal magazine gets the X-Acto treatment. 2012.
When I flipped it over to glue, I found the image on the back pretty striking as well. The actual finished product to come.

2012.

I’m at the age where all my friends are getting married.  I am truly happy for all of them, but the planning process is daunting at best.  While flipping through another glossy wedding magazine selling absurdly expensive products to young people on the most expensive day of their lives, I found this young woman.  

She pops up quite a lot in the magazine and is always wearing the same expression.  She can’t be more than 19, but looks absolutely horrified.  That look is not one of wedding-day jitters.  That poor girl looks like there is someone, just off camera, holding a gun to her head while reminding her to look pretty.  Every page is a different dress, but the same barely-contained terror.

I have of course written a short story about this young woman in my head.  How she had to leave her family in an improvished Eastern European country to earn a living.  She’s too old to continue stripping so while looking for work, her then-boyfriend fell in with some bad people.  To pay off her baby-daddy’s debt to the bookies, she models spring wedding dresses in his basement.