It’s all about me.

Performance artist, photographer and traveler, Michelle Morby is a graduate of the Speos Photographic Institute in Paris and the San Francisco Art Institute, where she studied New Genres. Michelle was born in a Golden Age… the 1970s. Gold lamee shimmered on the dance floor, hair was feathered, tan lines were sexy.

From her fascination with the biological basis of human relationships, bloodlines, magic and the power of gesture, Michelle creates interactive multidisciplinary ritual performances.

Her current project, “Ritual to Break my Spell” frames an endurance art performance, travel to a foreign land (Iceland), innovations in fashion, and a fitness challenge within an original fairy tale: A powerful horse has been turned into an ornery long-tusked walrus. A quest must be undertaken to break the spell. This performance will result in a multimedia gallery show in the summer of 2012.

Born in Argentina to a biological mother she never met, Michelle was adopted and raised on the east coast between Cambridge MA, New York City and Pittsburgh, PA. For her Argentina project, she returned to Buenos Aires to stage a month long performance piece that explored the imagined experience of her birth mother—what she went through emotionally, an underaged woman pregnant during Argentina’s “dirty war”. Michelle wore a prosthetic belly, wig and 70’s inspired clothing and walked the streets of Buenos Aries. Eventually she entered the hospital where she was born.

In another work, based on pheromones, Michelle created an ancient human ritual: Selecting a mate at a dance party. At this party, every one wore a white organic cotton shirt . After hours of dancing, sweating, and drinking, the shirts were collected and kept in individual plastic bags. Smelling salons followed days later to rate the “fuckability” of each t-shirt. Sniffers were asked to imagine that they had just woken up and this is what their bed sheets smelled like. Were they turned on by the smell? Did they select the smell that matched the person they had been most visually and socially attracted to? Do we override our primal instincts in choosing our mates?

Michelle came to performance art and new genres through her first calling as a photographer. It was a natural progression as her photography centered on using distortions of texture, color and volume to generate tactile viewing experiences with interior depth and heightened psychological portency. Her subjects were primarily people from social and political subcultures such as French graffiti artists and the Whadzabe people of Africa.

Michelle lives and works in Oakland, Calfornia. For more information on her current project, please visit http://www.breakingmyspell.wordpress.com.

§ 2 Responses to It’s all about me.

  • Laura Kim says:

    I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.
    – David Bowie

    Good luck love :)

  • Darcy Edgar says:

    Hi Michelle I am the Saga Class passenger on your plane from Reykjavik and just about anywhere else for that matter. I have signed up to receive notices from your blog, and send you the very best wishes on your quest, having no doubts whatsoever that you will succeed in every way. In lieu of a website by me, I submit a website by Mackenzie Frere, a textile artist in Calgary Alberta whose work and blog you might enjoy. The book we spoke of about Polar Cap culture is called “Crossroads of the Continents: Culture of Siberia and Alaska” by William W. Fitzhugh and Aron Crowell, published by the Smithsonian, 1988 avail. used on amazon.com for $7.50 and worth every penny. It has lots of fashion, because in the North, fashion is survival. P.S. love the black fur hat your friend made. I had one in white like that when I was a teen up north in Quebec, near Labrador, and thought it was the most glamorous thing, and my best friend Kaie Ojamaa, an Estonian, also had one. We posed together in a photomat in our furry hats in 1967 – sweet! I also have a Lopi sweater from the 1970s that my aunt, who married an Isford (Icelander) bought me in Reykjavik, the kind made on a circular needle. I have a photo of me on a 72 ft long tug boat, the M.R. Cliff, on which I worked as a divemaster in the 1970s (altho I could not work a Super Woman blue wetsuit like Linda Carter – yikes!)but there I am in my sunglasses and Lopi sweater and a hangover, on a boat deck, in regulation manner. So long for now, Darcy Edgar, Portland Oregon

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