05/02/2007

"Australian net artist Mary-anne Breeze works far from the terminally plugged-in commercial web sites where the dead-end race for more technology serve only the purpose of software and hardware vendors posing as dubious backstabbing friends of the arts. Taking hold of the essential tools of the web based artist, HTML (the prosaic layout constructing language) and .GIF images (a file type that enables animation while loading), she focuses on the emotional unfolding that she crafts by pushing the inherent constricting features of those standards to their creative limits.

The Mez site is continuously updated and face changing, as is her online personality currently know as mezflesque.exe. One can find there pointers to her whole scattered body of work starting from the early incarnation of "blood puppets", dripping tortured beings in ascii soul torment, to the last adventures in "los++eX+ wand_err_ing" where the compositions rely only on the superimposition of the disintegrating words "lost text" unto a wallpaper of mosaiced polymorphous organic assemblages. The commonality in the chosen themes revolve around the body, the flesh, skin and organs, as the words shape the metaphorical bones that hold together the bulging throbbing red attachments slowly mutating and growing or cringing to a poetic pulp. The text itself is malformed, as expressionist as the fonts possibility let themselves twist to; screaming strikethroughs of suppressed needs, underlined and bold whispers of cyber femininity. When the background animated images themselves are blurred permutative texts that compose the gristle of an alien womb that spews forth its own decomposed verbiage, the aesthetic mastery of Mez can become invigoratingly disorienting.

In terms of technology it's a bare knuckles fighter attacking neutron bomb-armed bots but the plagued life forms that populate the strangely parallel world of Mez do not need industrialized props. They, like us, prefer to survive on their own imagination and the slimy harvests of their loving peers."

- Frederic Madre, editor of pleine-peau.

Reprinted from "artists newsletter", London.