The following are photos of the Vox Humana Live Art Performance, which took place at the LA Art Show in January 2010.

(CREDITS: The one with the woman’s face is a collaboration between Retna and El Mac. The geometric one is by Kofie, and the city with the boy is by Mear One. The photo credit should be to Tommy Tung.)

Deb Ris
www.washedup.us

DNA (image name DebRis DNA.jpg)
Size: 66″ x10″ x 10″
Materials: Washed up balloons, street found lamp. Mixed media.

Ballgown (image DebRis Ballgown.jpg)
(There were 2 images sent – one had my picture in it)
Size: 55″ x 16″ x 15″
Materials: Washed up balls & brackets, street found mannequin & construction mesh. Mixed Media.

Water Balloons (DebRis Water Balloons.jpg)
also accompanying video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fd_nf65vZ4
Size: 24″ x 24″ x 12″
Materials: All objects inside of tank were found washed up on the beach.

Patriot (DebRis Patriot.jpg)
Size: 6′ x 35″ x 3″
Materials: All firecrackers, cigarettes, streamers and fishing line were found left on the beaches and streets on July 5th. All fireworks were made in China.

Often mistakenly dubbed as the “Mexican Halloween,” Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, holds a special significance to the descendants of the Meso-Americans. Part of a ritual that has been practiced for over 3,000 years, Dia de los Muertos honors death as a continuation of life. Celebrants wear skull masks, called calacas, or face paint to honor deceased relatives and build elaborate altars to fill with offerings for the dead. For all its mysticism, at its core, the celebration is about family and community.

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It’s a beautiful Thursday afternoon in the Brentwood hills, peaceful and quiet as though I’m no longer in L.A. The Southwest-style clubhouse of the Riviera Country Club stands gallant and vast, like the home of a Columbian drug lord, and I’m here for the quarterly luncheon of the Saint John’s Retired Physician’s Association. In spite of my shadowy past as an amateur surgeon and street pharmacist, I am in fact here to interview the former Los Angeles District Attorney and now prominent photographer Gil Garcetti, who is today’s main speaker. But I’m sweating in the sun while taking these notes and must move toward the clubhouse. Suddenly, I wonder if there’s a no-denim policy here, as is customary among country clubs. I’m wearing blue jeans. The sign just outside the main entrance reads Proper Attire Required… Not sure exactly what that means.