Sex, Dreams & Nature
Wind passed through a tattered skirt fumbling at the warehouse-art-studio’s gate. I was sitting on a cracked plastic lawn chair smokin a bowl of pot, waiting for the key to turn. I saw faint stick-n-poke tattoos grabbing for the difficult-as-hell lock and wondered if this was someone new moving in for the first time. Most of the humans renting studios had been there for years, forever wandering the cubicles, never seeming to know what the next step to take should be. I had only been there for a handful of months, but I never noticed this person walking through. They piqued my interest. Faded green hair with dark roots showing… hole-filled, black skirt that I could tell was altered to be perfectly spooky. Ahhh… after being gone for years, it was nice bein back in the bay, meetin like-minded artists.
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Dew drops on the tips of winter tree branches. In the sunlight, they are glowing with fiery light, illuminating the dead bare grey trees. A place between light and dark.
After hours of conversation bout travel and other, simpler things greater than us, a couple of months sharin weed, and a few dog dates, I decided to recognize Brisita as one of few inspirational artists I’d like to spotlight. Involved in all types of art and lifestyles, this bug shares bits of her philosophies regarding living in art & being on the road for 7 years.
First and foremost,
I am and have always been a hustler.
That being said, I have the ability to wear many masks and fulfill many archetypes. I’ve had really fancy assistant jobs wearing a two-piece suit to farming for months and recycling all of our “trash” into technology (very messy work). But whether I’m wearing heels or homeless, playing music for money just to eat, I’m still the same person and it makes me feel like I don’t ft in anywhere. Because I don’t identify completely with any specific lifestyle, different moments call for different roles. I like to remain open to accessing different parts of myself and embrace my experiences to allow me to change instead of hold me back by conforming to some sort of standard.
I call myself different names depending on moments and situations. Grey Echo came to represent me because it’s the type of magic I practice, blurring lines between the dark and the light. Brisita Bug because Brisita in español is “little breezy” and it’s a nickname given to me by Spanish-speaking friends of mine. And Bug because I identify as a bug.
I’ve been making art since I was a baby and it means everything to me. Life itself is art, everything we do is an art.
Describe your approach
to preparing for a project:
“sex and dreams and nature”
With clothing, I aim to interpret what I see as feminine and like to represent the dirty goddess. The sacred whore hag within us all. I personally wish I could use spider webs as a medium so I infuse the suggestion of spider webs in each of my pieces, also I embroider a secret spider in each piece I make!
My most current finished project is inspired by a sexy empress that lives within us all. It’s a patched skirt that is short and sexy in the front and has a long, elegant tail in the back that reaches the floor. All my fabric is recycled from free piles on the street or from thrift stores and it is all very special. Mostly all the art supplies come from the street, I have a very special connection to the gutter mother who leaves me all I need.
I like to believe that traveling doesn’t get into the way of making art. But living on the road for several years I have come to realize that it is difficult for me to keep my finish products safe from being destroyed. Besides that I think that there are different kinds of art to be made during different types of living styles. What’s good for creating during travel is impractical during home nesting.
When I am traveling, that is when I have the least fears. When I travel, I feel I’m floating down the river I’m meant to and I’m not in control and I feel free.
I’ve often thought about the idea like what if making art was punishable by death or life in prison. And being an artist at all was a complete rebellion, than only the true artists would take that chance. Art would be at its most useful then. I think it’s good to push those boundaries because art is an act of chaos and cannot be tamed by laws of men. And since only some forms of art (that I love and participate in) are illegal art is not as sensationalized as it should be.
Everyone needs each other to be able to do what we want. We need to all stop giving such fucks! And let people be who they be. Anarchy is not a policy, it is a philosophical idea. It is a way of being and in order for it to exist in the material world TOLERANCE of diversity is the only way. Apathy and empathy at the same time. We are on our way but not very close at the moment in my opinion.
What’s a mandatory lesson learned from a past hustle of yours?
Make sure you’re working with something that you have an abundance of — that doesn’t demand someone else to slave away at.
In 1 or 2 sentences, where are you now?
Lost. Getting lost forever is all that life is and will ever be.
“Focus on what makes you happy not what makes you cool.”