Starr Riovo

Fine art student studying at Ringling College of Art and Design.

The Bodies of Men.

Performance.

2012.

Aftermath of a Breakdown.

Performance documentation.

2012.

“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She slicked like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside looking on… far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.” But often now this body she wore.. this body, with all it’s capacities, seemed nothing—- nothing at all. For this is the truth about our soul,… our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flicked spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, Inscrutable.” -Virgnia Woolf

I am rooted, but I flow.

2012.

Silk, Found Banyan Roots, Found Spanish Moss, Metal

Unknown.

“They are very young. They are anxious to make a good impression. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow. All gold flowing that way, I say to this one, “come.” Rippling black, I say to that one, ‘No.’ One breaks off from his station under the glass cabinet. He approaches. He makes towards me. This is the most exciting moment I have ever known. I flutter. I ripple. I stream like a plant in the river, flowing this way, flowing that way, but rooted, so that he may come to me. ‘Come,’ I say, ‘come.’ Pale, with dark hair the one who is coming in melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here; he stands at my side.”

Derived from Virginia Woolf The Waves

Untitled.

2011.

Projection, Silk, Recording.

Unknown

Untitled. 2011. Projection & paint. Unknown. “Climbing like a son of a bitch, clawing inch by fucking inch, and then it all came crashing down at once. Everything, it seemed, his sense of purpose, his pride, his career, his honor and reputation, his belief in the future he had to grandly dreamed for himself.” “They they salute the fucker and walk away, because certain stories you don’t ever tell.” Derived from Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried

Untitled.

2011.

Projection & paint.

Unknown.

“Climbing like a son of a bitch, clawing inch by fucking inch, and then it all came crashing down at once. Everything, it seemed, his sense of purpose, his pride, his career, his honor and reputation, his belief in the future he had to grandly dreamed for himself.”

“They they salute the fucker and walk away, because certain stories you don’t ever tell.”

Derived from Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried