{"id":22809,"date":"2025-04-09T14:40:28","date_gmt":"2025-04-09T14:40:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lhi.is\/?post_type=projects&p=22809"},"modified":"2025-04-09T14:40:28","modified_gmt":"2025-04-09T14:40:28","slug":"diana-burkot","status":"publish","type":"projects","link":"https:\/\/www.lhi.is\/en\/verkefni\/diana-burkot\/","title":{"rendered":"Diana Burkot"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n\t
\n\t\t\t\t\t

Diana Burkot Pussy Riot \u201cSWEAT and BLOOD\u201d by Diana Burkot \u201eSWEAT and BLOOD\u201c<\/h1>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t
\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t<\/section>\n\n\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\"\"<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

25 - 27.04.25<\/strong>
Zero Gallery, Bankastr\u00e6ti


Carrier<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diana Burkot<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Diana Burkot<\/strong>
MMus in Creativity, Communication and Entrepreneurship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

especting my roots, did not choose where was born, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

but I self-identify as a citizen of the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Interdisciplinary Intersectional artist, musician, and activist:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

- Music producer, composer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist (electronic music, drums, vocals, synthesizer), DJ<\/p>\n\n\n\n

- Contemporary artist, performer, video artist and editor, AI visuals<\/p>\n\n\n\n

- Independent activist focused on human rights, feminism, and LGBTQ+ rights\/Pussy Riot member since 2011<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Education:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

1st BA: Advertising and PR, Moscow University <\/p>\n\n\n\n

2nd BA: Jazz Percussion\/drums, Moscow College of Improvised Jazz <\/p>\n\n\n\n

MA 3: Video Art & Multimedia, Rodchenko Moscow School of Contemporary Art<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pussy Riot \u201cSWEAT and BLOOD\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am a refugee.
I am a weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A space bathed in cold, sterile light. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The brightness is not warmit is clinical, independent, too precise. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The air is still, almost expectant, as if something has already happened here, leaving only its echo. The walls enclose the scene just enough to create a sense of contentment, of something think within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the center, a sculpture stands, subtle in its brutality as a rock form but no, yet resisting complete definition. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Its form is deliberate, restrained, not aggressive angular, nor entirely smooth. It carries the weight of something shaped by time rather than force. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then the anomaly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not far, yet unmistakably separate, a bloody sticky liquid presence lingers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A deep stain of something foreign, something wrong. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is raw, intrusive, and untethered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A silent conflict.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n\n\t

\n\t\t
\n\t\t\t