MAGICENCHANTED DREAM FACTORYNOBASE (simply “factory” for the rest of this post) certainly isn’t subtle. Its creator, Rachel Breaker, isn’t modest; her name is in big letters on the factory, and they light up in succession like an old marquee sign. The arrows pointing to the factory blink in various colors; there are more arrows that are not visible in the photo. The factory belches smoke, and the big gears turn.
People who saw the luntsberg candy castle last week might think that it had some connection with the factory, and they would be correct. Rachel Breaker is a friend of CickMy Lunt, the creator of the castle; CickMy encouraged Rachel to place the factory at Brooklyn is Watching. Like the castle, its mood is playful and the color palette bright; the only dark note is the air pollution, and even that has the air (as it were) of a smoke-emitting toy like a model train.
In the picture, one of Cheen Pitney’s dancers and Solkide’s Spitfire are visible. (The other two dancers had been returned before the factory went up.) I don’t believe that the factory was intended as a comment on either piece; it’s just another juxtaposition that happens in a busy space.
Today’s batch of pictures was taken on my laptop, so the originals are slightly lower resolution than the ones taken on my desktop system. (High-res snapshots in SL are twice the size of your SL window in each direction; the laptop has a smaller screen, thus a smaller snapshot.) I trust that they are still large enough to show the art well, and I wanted to confirm my ability to post here when I am on the road in the future.
You may have also noticed a LOT of snapshots on Flickr that I uploaded today. I have taken a new responsibility at BiW; photographing all the art and archiving it to Flickr. I will continue to write blog posts about pieces that I find interesting, but I will not be writing about every work that I photograph.
Oh you lucky folks, Rachel has an amazing style. Did you see her biography? -
“She likes to make feral noises in the back of her throat when someone tries to abscond with her poptarts. She’s crazy about her breakfast. In many instances, she is said to be a “bright” or “colorful” person, but this is entirely pretense; a clever ruse. On the inside, Rachel is grayscale and comprised of domesticated elephants who’s highest desire is to make faces at children passing in the window. Rachel’s outlook on life is that anything is possible; or more specifically, everything is possible. Her imagination becomes reality, because she wills it to do so. To her, everything is the exact opposite of what we’ve come to know today. She does not concern herself with the superficial, but rather looks on the inside; her favorite organ is the jugular.”
Left by Arahan Claveau on July 8th, 2008