On November 6th, somebody hacked Sofia Furio's Instagram account. She lost all of her work of the last two years. This is the story of her creative process before and after the hack.
I wanted to do something weird: to create something that didn't make sense, something that made me laugh. The goal was to show my art, my way of thinking in a crazy and meaningless way. By the end of 2016, I began to work on my Instagram profile and developed a photographic project. I mixed stickers of Hollywood's A-Listers with Teletubbies tattoos, I combined images of toys with drugs, I brought back memories of cartoons, and I even created different characters, each with a particular way of being and thinking.
I liked the repercussions of my photographic series: I did collaborations with artists from many countries, I liked the attention I got from followers, and I was lucky enough to do something that I liked and that I could see others liked it too. Everything was going well. But then something happened. Something so precious I had worked on for 2 years was destroyed in a few seconds (yes, a very dramatic expression, but hey, I went to drama school, so I can be dramatic and explain things with exaggeration to give it some essence. And just like that, my life laid in ruins).
On November 6th, somebody hacked into my account and I lost everything. Not only was I mad enough to chew nails, but also I had to put up with the Instagram help service, which is horrible. I couldn't recover anything. I had to create a new account and to find a way to get back some of the work I had done for two years, all this in just one month. I learned that the Black Mirror's "Nosedive" is real. I've learned to never trust the random emails again, and that the Instagram help service is of no use.
Still, I was able get back some of my work, so here is some of the art I've created; different characters created by one single person for different situations in life. Each one of them is part of who we really are, since all of us create our own characters, our own "public personas" who help us go through live without unveiling our true selves. So, let me introduce you to some of mine:
She loves bubbles, is extroverted, a spoiled girl, and usually appears in family birthdays when all your aunts ask why you're still single, how is College, and what are your future plans. To avoid screaming at their faces, Mildred seems to replace the insults with sweet and funny sentences.
The phrase "a look is worth a thousand words" is perfect for her. Silent, she likes to sing opera and analyze human behavior. She may show up when you go on buses, or when you are taking a test for which you haven't studied. She's perfect if you have questions about your future.
They are twins: clever, cunning, they fight among themselves, but they need each other to live day to day. They show up in the moments when you need to make a decision, or need opinion, advice, or suggestions. Each have different points of view, so they're not very helpful, leaving more chaos in your mind which may lead you nowhere.
Calm, calm, and more calm. Inhale and exhale, meditate, yoga, chakras. Gods, mother earth, sun, moon. She comes when you solve problems, reconcile with someone, fulfill obligations, end up paying debts and rent, when you pass your tests or when you listen to your favorite music in a relaxing place.
She gets angry very easily, insults at the slightest provocation, and she's always in a bad mood. She loves to wear glasses to hide the look of hatred towards humanity. She knows what we all know, that we live under a system that forces us to live day by day without knowing who we are and why we are in this world. She hates hates humanity, the system, the questions, the answers... everything, except for dogs. She appears in the check-out line of supermarkets, at work meetings, when you're stuck in traffic, or when you receive a telemarketer's call.
She loves movies, especially Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. She doesn't smoke, but pretends she does. She shows up at all kinds of social events: birthday parties, best friends' getaways, open houses, bars, and...basically any party. She's always pretending, asking "how is your life?" when in fact, she couldn't care less.
In the end, all art is a representation of something, or someone else. We all carry within us these characters and different avatars of ourselves. For me creating them has become the work of my life, and losing them was a tremendous blow. Now I can pick up the pieces and start again.
All photos: @soffurio
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