Edna Floretta

and it seems to me as if the decades are boiling
pots of water, with the day to day culture as it's flame

and the pan filled with all the souls of it's experience
as it heats up , the bubbles rise and become

the artists.
the voice of their time

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Men with green hair....

rebellious
anti-socialist
on the way to kill someone-ist

She perfers the cadillac coffee cock

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watch out for her assertive sexuality
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if she invites you to tea 

there might be no chance to flee and its quite uncomfortable indeed
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to face assertive sexuality 
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when you really have to pee

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crystal tears of consumption fall near my ankles 

beg to be made into the necklace
placement is the key 

rhythm / pattern 

forms whispers
and becomes my lattern

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if i was born with a different skin
it might have eradicated my temptation to sin
and entrance to the gates my soul might still win
if i had been born with a different skin
i wouldnt be wearing this grin

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connections
within the human mind
jump sluggish
as bull frogs
from lily to lily
until from malice or inspiration
it quickens like a raging fire
then darts feverishly between
thoughts and words
and moments of memory and recollection
sprinting so fast that the latter blurr
becomes an image of fantasy

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as i lay here now
with my head on my pillow
more is happening
then i could ever dream up
so what makes me think and believe
it is possible for the whole world to exist
when i can only see my orange velvet pillow
striped sheets, warm blankets, and the blinds on the window
and whose to say that all of time
past and future
isnt happening right now too
that right now
because i have a headache
that maybe i am at a tribal dance
somewhere in an ancient society
and the drums are getting loud and
i have drunken too much celebration ?
whose to say ?the thought does make life a bit more interesting
to know you could be talking to someone's face
while they are a roman gladiator
or an egyptian peasant
i always think about these things
and in the last few years
i have been looking and listening
and you CAN feel it
and experience life on another
deeper, more sensitive level
and right this moment
the song come on baby light my fire
is playing inside my head
and i think
that every human is on a journey
and no matter what it is
we should respect their existence
if you want to know god
walk down a street, open a book
talk to your neighbor
for god means one
which split into many
to give itself a new dimension
and you may be surprised at first
to find that god murdered, and raped
and cussed and fornicated, and screamed
and slit his own throat
and was hindu, and buddist, and pagan
and catholic and male and female
and black, yellow, red, and white
but if you sit and really think it might be
then it all makes sense
and a certain devilish smile
comes to the face

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and there is nothing like a man walking
into his own destiny
women are always buried in their favorite dress

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Artist Bio

Edna Floretta was born in a small town in Ohio in 1972.  She studied art formally at the Columbus College of Art and Design, the University of Toledo, and the San Francisco Art Institute.

Edna Floretta can draw, paint, take creatively awesome pictures, write, and make experimental music but her primary medium is video. Through the medium of video Edna has deconstructed herself. Piece by piece she lets you peek into her strange existence. Seducing with low end video, she is both raw and fleeting. Edna Floretta has created hundreds of hours of raw footage, in attempts to define the self. Her “self” draws you in like an intimate lover, “lift up your skirt and show the world to me”.

She invites you into her secret worlds, and says, “KNOW ME”.

She is a mystery even unto herself.

Her cameras remember so much.  Her images are filled with vibrant emotion, magic, and sheer feminine grandeur.  The camera remembers even after her mind has forgotten. 

Shot both in small town Ohio and San Francisco, California, her video honestly depicts one foot in the country and the other in the city.  From poets in North Beach to original musicians in Ottawa county Ohio,  Edna surrounds herself with intellectuals, and other creatives who are attempting to understand this world thru gesture after gesture.

Within a growing cold society, Edna Floretta deepens the warmth through heart felt tangents of expressions captured on video.

She’ll tell you she’s the ghost of Frida Kahlo. Like Frida her strange self portraits lead the viewer on a journey of raw emotions.

Her camera remembers the day when ………

1. Tommy Lee sang with one lung, his original song, the Lonely Side of Blue.
2. Edna fell backwards while filming Seraph Jordan singing.
3. Edna licked an ice cream sandwich off a sexy leg.
4. John stood in front of ground zero .
5. Stella Vyne recorded her very first song in the womb recording studio, she made it up on the spot.
6. Kira Jones sang in her kitchen, “feel like shit today”.
7. Dulani Wallace talks about politics over a burrito.
8. Pedro suggests you have to learn how to love to be free.
9. She found Billy writing poetry in the weeds.
10. Edna cried at the Vietnam memorial, “I’m sorry you can’t forget”

Edna Floretta reveals her nude body over and over, about as many times as she has filmed the American flag. The nudity throughout her videos is meant to represent honesty, vulnerabilities, sassiness, and titillations.

Her works are honest, and reveal America through the eyes of the working class heroes.

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