Published on July 25th, 2013 | by Laetitia Laubscher0
My Dreary Modern Life
“I have this strange obsession with Princess Diana and pictures of meat.” Everyone, meet Hana Aoke, creator of My Dreary Modern Life and ziner since the age of 11. She also has a little sister who’s Tumblr famous (currently age 12 and has racked up 200 followers on Facebook as well) and an artistic liking towards commercial exhibition displays like the ones in Briscoes and the meat displays in supermarkets “I just stare at different cuts [of meat], there’s no picture of which part of the body they came from… it’s just a lump of dead animal with lights shining on it and cold air coming out of it, I mean that’s a full-on sensory art experience right there.”
The florist-by-day has an openly questioning attitude towards the commercialisation of the everyday and wonders whether people are really aware of what and how much they consume – not just the products they buy but every idea and concept they ingest. It’s these issues and more that her zine My Dreary Modern Life attacks. Another target, the classification of art and traditional gallery exhibitions which are “really theoretically difficult to engage with… some try to have the perception of depth and don’t actually… Gallery exhibitions aren’t a representation of contemporary life, unless you think contemporary life is empty.”
Her own definition of beauty, or art, is a lot more plebeian “everything and anything can be beautiful. I once went to an inorganic dump which had piles of personal junk, and in there was a book called This is My Life with a small congratulatory card inside it. It was one of those books you used to keep track of your baby’s first steps and stuff like that, but inside there were strange drawings and weird writing through it. That piece of personal memorabilia was more beautiful than any art I had seen in any gallery.”
And with that, a sudden awareness of time and the fear of potential parking fines (later confirmed) we say goodbye and that bizzare and honest head of Aoake’s disappears into the crowds of K’rd.
Written by Laetitia Laubscher