Discover the contemporary work of Marie Dew
Born in 77, orange bell bottoms (thanks to my parents), Plastic Bertrand, my grandmother, Sophie the giraffe, blablabla... Complicated childhood, "when I'm a boy", feeling bad about my body, blablabla. .. Dance, judo, music theory, Cathar castles, clarinet, municipal harmony and the video club! Help, don’t throw any more away! Volcanic adolescent crisis (sorry to my parents), rebellion, provocation, passion for words, languages, drugs, sex, rock 'n roll, collages and film photography. 1999: Whimsical mother of a young prodigy (Thanks to my son for being my peer). From shitty relationship to shitty relationship (But still...thanks and sorry to my exes!), nervous breakdown, idealist, nervous breakdown, hypersensitive, blah blah blah... The Manor, the roommate, the parties, the utopia, concerts, festivals at home, blablabla... Literature and English teacher, disability, deafness, photo model, blablabla, burn out in 2016, looking for meaning in life, blablabla... Yoga, psychotherapy, creation, shibari... goodbye Educ Nat, it was nice, I don't blame you. Creative effervescence, self-reinvention: photography, performances, writing, collages, blablabla... DIY, tinkering, exhibiting, exposing yourself, exploding, blablabla... The body, identity, finding your place, blablabla... experimentation, spontaneity, risk-taking, DIY, art or smut, punkoid, blablabla... This world is not my world, so what? All we have to do is invent another one, more beautiful, more organic! (Thanks to you who read this crazy text to the end) Marie Dew (aka Marie Dumanward, aka Dew Tullamore, aka Mr. D'youmissme, aka Mrs. Demesmay, blah blah blah...)
