Halloween Special: Lala’s Breast Implant Haunted. Needs Removal.

Hauntings take place in houses…Sometimes objects can even house dark spirits or entities.  On Friday the 23rd of October, Lala Drona announced that she would be having surgery to remove her left breast implant and undergo a mastectomy.  To the press, Lala Drona released a statement saying:

“It has been 16 years since my operation to correct my left-breast agenesis.  When I was 15 years old, the doctors thought it was best to augment the left breast in order to match the right breast which developed.  I have no regrets.  However, the breast implant is too old, and I am left with a choice:  to undergo the same operation…or to remove the breast implant and reduce the right breast to match it.  I choose the ladder.”

Lala Drona continued on to explain why.  She talked about her research into the health effects of silicone in the body, and the inevitability to be forced to have another surgery in order to replace the implants once again.  She mentioned the maintenance of having to see doctors every year to survey the implants in case of a rupture.

“I don’t want a life framed by my breasts.  I want to be free, and I’m willing to give up the right one if it means I can move on, and live a healthier life.”

Although the speech was moving, journalists of the L.D. Times decided to dig further.  They found that Lala Drona was using this story to cover up something much more sinister.

Strange and violent events began to take place around Paris.  A woman on a subway train, stopped at station Pont Marie, scratched her face until the bone was exposed.  She kept saying, “I don’t want to be pretty anymore.”  

Then, near the Cite des Arts, where Lala Drona had her last exhibition, a man was found smashing the bottom part of his legs with a large rock of concrete.  His legs were already quite thin, so it didn’t take much to remove all the flesh.  Rumors said that he kept repeating: “I can’t get my calf muscles to grow.”

The final event had taken place in a bus.  A woman broke a window abruptly, and used a glass shard to cut the fat off of her stomach, repeating: “They say, take it off!”  She was wrestled to the ground, and luckily, she survived.

Investigative journalists found that all of these events had one thing in common.  Lala was there.  She had been walking near the Cite des Arts, when the man began smashing his legs with a rock of concrete.  Below Lala walking on the street, the subway train containing the woman who scratched her face to the bone had stopped at station Pont Marie.  The bus with the woman who tried to cut off the fat from her belly had also stopped nearby.  

Lala Drona

When confronted by journalists regarding the bizarre coincidences, she allowed her partner Drone No.1 to come clean for her.  He told the crowd that recently they had found that Lala Drona’s breast implant was haunted, and that although they would not be able to disclose the means in which they would have to neutralize the  threat, they would be taking care of it, and that everything would be handled by November 1st.

The process or procedure the Drones and Lala would take to relieve her body of the haunting… that, we do not know.  However, we do know that her medical operation is not scheduled until February 2021.  This means that the Lala will have to find a way to either live with the dangerous spirits inside the implant, or find a way to calm them.  One way or another, she will have to house them, in her chest, through the winter.

To see more about Lala Drona’s breast experience and art, watch the video below, or check out her website http://www.laladrona.com

Art meets Big Data: Lala joins competitors

Ever since Lala Drona’s groundbreaking (albeit controversial) work with Muse inspiration extraction, a wide range of Muse Services have continued to pop up.  Her invention of the industry has birthed innovations in Artist-Muse services and has revolutionised the way we think about inspiration, redefining the roles artists/muses play within the act of creation.  Thanks to these developments, we can find more that 1000 Artist-Muse/Inspiration services spread across Western Europe and the Eastern United States today.

Since the genesis of the industry, Lala Drona has decided to branch out.  Her investment in her European Art tour has left her strapped for cash, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time.  Lala Drona’s next art project with Lala Laboratories is bigger than ever.  Sources say that in order to make some extra cash, Lala Drona is taking on a side-hustle, offering her expertise to other muse services. 

She has been spotted on 3 different occasions with higher-ups from the company AMServices (Artist-Muse Services), a service which enables artists to test out their Muse’s ideas on mass audiences in an online system.  In this system, artists are able to test their muse’s ideas, tweak them, and test them again.  The system keeps track of every variation of the idea, and lets the artist test all the versions simultaneously in real time.  The artist can compare each version of the idea by diverting audiences to each one, and observing how each performs.  By doing this, the artist can select the highest performing version of the idea and use that one for creation.

AMServices has been criticised by many in the art world, as many find it to be “Big Brotheresque,” some having described the service as “the art world meets Big Data.”  Even Lala herself has accused the service of “taking the soul out of creation by commercialising ideas and adapting them to a mass audience…all in the aim of making more money.” 

Despite all of this, AMServices sticks to their vision of “data as a tool,” denying intentions to commercialise or “main-stream” ideas.  AMServices Founder Anita DeBlanca made a statement in 2017 saying “We provide data services.  What our clients decide to do with that data is their choice.”

The verdict is still out regarding Lala’s updated views on AMServices, and sources have not been able to confirm what Lala Drona’s involvement with the company will be.  Either way, this unexpected move has the art world on the edge of their seats, anticipating future innovations expected to come from this collaboration.

Drone Kesabe breaks routine with “Creatures of Habit”

Lala Drona was expected to perform at Paris Lit Up’s magazine release party last week. Instead, Drone Kesabe, an assistant to Lala Drona, was sent to stand in for Lala in her absence.

Once called to the stage, Drone Kesabe explained to the audience that Lala Drona had been held up during her art research. She stated that Lala Drona had been conducting art experiments to find the perfect colour, a color too strong for the human eye, a deadly color: “…Essentially a colour that kills” she said. Lala Drona and her team had some sort of breakthrough, and so she was unable to come to the event.

Drone Kesabe then began to read Lala’s poem to the audience in a low and airy voice:

(Creature of Habit)

These creatures look for the familiar in the unfamiliar. Tell me, why do you put on shoes?  Only to walk with blind feet.  You process a new place based on past processes.  The past with its conquering mentality—in your mind—time cannibalizes itself, past taking present.  Is there a reason you can only see back in time, but not forward?  Creatures of habit, only see what they know, and this is how I come to you “th-th-th-th-th-th.”

Repetition, monotony, boredom, commitment, dedication, loyalty, rigor: you play me over and over, conjuring my face in every note of that song—the song that was playing when the Thing happened.

 I’ll stay with you and tell you what to do, so the Thing doesn’t happen again, you think—

–And I let you know that your instincts are shit, listen to me, I was there, and I’ll keep you safe. 

Creatures of habit, based on a fact, based on a television, based on a story…this only serves to take me with you—in your mind—. 

Perched on your back making nests of knots in your shoulders, making my way to your belly—Let me stay here a bit while you recognize the pattern of that familiar ceiling in the walls of this unfamiliar venue.  The same pattern of where the Thing happened, when you had no control, I came, that’s where we met the first time.

Watch the new patterns, registered by old ones, process, tilt you head back further, further, thaaat’s it. “th-th-th-th-th” stop breathing now because the past doesn’t breathe, and we never left that moment—in your mind—I’m here with you, when no one else will be.  And I’ll never leave you, not if you keep looking…looking for our familiar in the unfamiliar.  Creature of habit. 

Poem “Creatures of Habit” by Lala Drona © 2019

The launch party went off without a hitch while artists, poets and creative-types mixed and popped off celebratory champagne. As for the work Lala Drona is developing behind the scenes, our investigative journalists haven’t seemed to be able to get beyond Drone Kesabe’s statement at the PLU launch party.

Based on a Fact caught up with art trend expert Valerie Cogie who weighed in on the situation. “If we take a look at Lala Drona’s paintings, it’s quite obvious that she’s chosen to express through the grayscale. As stated in previous interviews, this was due to her reaction to traveling the world. She stopped seeing the world in binary oppositions: black/white, right/wrong… and started paying more attention to the in-betweens…the grays. Perhaps, she has reached a point where she wants to start incorporating colour into her painting universe. I’d rather not speculate further on the psychological implications of this.”

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The Colonel and the Muse Part II

It had been 3 days now since things had gone south with Muse Leira—she wanted Lala Drona out, out of that room as soon as possible.  Never had she ever met an artist so enveloped by her own work, so committed to her own style and message, an artist with vision alright…with tunnel vision. 

Muse Leira tried, time and time again, to inspire Lala Drona to continue her and Colonel Morgado’s work with battle strategies. She tried to influence Lala to wage art war on the Art Guild: the legislation which passed all art-related laws.   When that didn’t work, She tried to influence the artist to strategise against those who did not believe in art.  She tried to convince Lala of the destructive force that she possessed when she put paintbrush to canvas.  Muse Leira’s work with Colonel Morgado had been left unfinished, and she wanted Lala, more than any other artist to have entered that room before, to implement the battle strategies that Leira and the Colonel had started, into her paintings.

Lala Drona refused to accept the muse’s battle inspiration, and arrogantly explained to Muse Leira how this creative collaboration would unfold.  Lala had already decided on a concept, and merely needed the muse to help her develop the images for it.   The concept for the triptych of paintings would examine the development of online relationships/friendships, from the digital to the real.   It would unfold over three parts on three canvases:

Canvas 1:  “We Find Our Match in the Digital Masses”

Canvas 2: “We Give Each Other Space to Grow”

Canvas 3: “Together, We Make Each Other Human”

“Together we make each other human?  What’s so great about being human anyway?” Leira said.

Lala explained. “I meant for “human” to be taken metaphorically…like coming together in real life is what helps us maintain our humanity— or our compassion—empathy…”

“You are insinuating that “humanity” only expresses a compassionate side—while today more than ever we are witnessing humanity’s “inhumanity”. Not to mention, that idea is corny.  It would be a disservice to the entire triptych.  I’ll sign off on the first two ideas, but the third has got to go.”

Lala laughed, “I don’t think you really understand your role here.”

“Role?  You will suffer if you chose to stay in this room and not implement my inspiration.”

Lala scoffed and ignored the muse.  She threw herself into the work, but her ideas did not flow; she felt creatively blocked.  Sketching the third idea was like trying to manoeuvre a paintbrush with her toes.  The images would not translate onto paper.  But Lala kept drawing, too committed to her method.

Through the night, Lala persisted with her work but not without rebellion from Muse Leira.  Over the next few nights, Leira appeared to the dog outside Lala’s room.  At first, the barking only distracted Lala slightly, as she told herself that she would get used to it, just as she got used to the other sounds of the town.

Hours upon hours, the dog barked outside of her window, a rhythmic barking that ricocheted off the walls of the colonel’s room—every burst of canine scream was a wack over Lala’s ears. Muse Leira appeared over Lala as she drew, willing her own inspiration into the artist’s mind.  The more Lala resisted, the more Leira’s inspiration would change shape and become stronger.  With every wave of inspiration, Lala’s drawing began to warp and transform as well, into circles and lines, a battle strategy that she could not decipher.

The church bells clanged, the roosters cooed and every dog in that town barked simultaneously in the same rhythmic pattern. Lala covered her ears and screamed as an image of Muse Leira and Colonel Morgado emerged from a white fog with their troops behind them.  Flashes of bloodshed, of flesh in the air, a mix or white and red coalesced into a pink cloud.  They marched on through the pink fog…then, as quickly as it came, the image went dark again.  A new image came into Lala’s mind.  The artist, followed by her drones and muses, sitting atop a globe, sitting atop with someone she had never met before…working together towards a common goal. 

Lala began drawing the new image, and as she drew, the cacophony outside dulled; it subsided. Muse Leira appeared at her side with a hesitant smile.  Lala finished the drawing, but just as her pencil left the paper, the noise started up again.

Lala covered her ears and Muse Leira peered closer at the new concept for the third painting.  She read the title below:

Canvas 3: “Together, We Conquer the World.”

Muse Leira couldn’t have been happier with the results of their collaboration—she thought of Colonel Morgado, their late nights together planning their battle strategies, side by side like in Lala’s drawing.  Before the Colonel’s death, Muse Leira thought that they would one day conquer the world, and now through Lala Drona’s piece, in some way, they had. 

Muse Leira looked up from the sketch, and found Lala packing her bags.  The barking had stopped outside, but continued to pulsate through Lala’s mind. 

“The barking in my head won’t stop.” Lala said.  Lala held her head and threw her backpack over her shoulder.  She smiled.  “And I think our work here is done.”  She approached Muse Leira, who was standing in front of the door of the room.  Lala stood there, canvases under her arms, and looking Leira up and down.  She took a deep breath and then hugged her. “Thank you, Leira…for everything— I know I’m not easy to work with, and my inspiration extraction techniques are unconventional, but I knew you could do it all along.”  Lala patted Leira on the shoulder.  “Well done.”  Lala sighed, pushed through the doorway, and ventured into the night. 

The Colonel and the Muse

Lala Drona (right), and Muse Leira (left)

What Lala Drona wrote had the tendency to come true.  Fortunately (and unfortunately)  for her, all the desires and dreams that she had written had already come true, and she was now living them.  Lala lied alone in her bed and thought about how creation comes from a lack, and how a satiated writer isn’t much of a writer at all.  Lala thought about what she wanted.  What did she desire?  Perhaps it was world domination, perhaps it was to get the art laboratory  back in business.  Whatever it was, it was in that moment that Lala realized she wanted nothing more than to be lying next to someone else.

 

The story of Muse Leira

In 18th century Portugal, in the small town of Messejana, Colonel Morgado died and left his estate to his four servants.  His loyal and dedicated Muse, grew depressed from the lack of creative collaboration with the Colonel.  Over the years that followed, the battle strategy notebooks and plans they created together disappeared,  buried in dust.  Muse Leira refused to occupy any other room after the Colonel’s death and condemned herself to those four walls for eternity.

Messejana, Portugal

It wasn’t until recently, three centuries later, that Leira had the opportunity to dust off her inspiration projectors and collaborate with artists visiting the Colonel’s room.

 

The last servant left alive in the house decided to move into the house next door and rent out the Morgado home.  A young couple moved into the house with their baby, but made a point to stay out of the Colonel’s room at night, as recommended by the previous owner.  Muse Leira haunted the room at all hours, but her image only appeared at night, when she had the power to touch the tenants of the room.

The couple converted the house into an art residency, inviting international artists from

Colonel Morgado’s room

around the world to visit and work on their projects.

 

Winnie was the first to stay in the Colonel’s room.  She was an ink-landscape painter from China.   The lights constantly switched on and off and the bulbs burned out.  Winnie saw Muse Leira for the first time on the night of the new moon.  She could not sleep and when she opened her eyes and rolled over, a head covered in a white cloth bag stared straight back at her.  Needless to say, Winnie left the residency early.
Madeleine was the next to stay in the Colonel’s room.  She was an abstract expressionist painter from France.  She began work right away on the first day and filled the room with canvas and color.  When she woke up the first morning, she saw that all of her t-shirts and pants had been thrown on the floor.  But no matter, she submitted to the strong inspiration that boiled from within and jumped out of bed to continue painting.

Night fell and while working at her desk, Madeleine tipped over a bottle of varnish.  She desperately looked for a cloth to absorb the liquid and took one that was handed to her.  She dabbed the painting with no result, and looked down at the cloth to find it was one of her t-shirts from the floor.  She looked to her side to see who handed it to her, and Muse Leira stood there, wearing all of Madeleine’s clothes and giggling.  After a bit of an awkward meeting, Madeleine and Leira became good friends and collaborated easily for the remainder of her stay in the Colonel’s room.

After Madeleine left, the room grew cold again, the air stagnant without the flow of creative energy.  A week went by and artist Lala Drona, an American painter living in Paris, moved into the Colonel’s room.  On the first day, Lala rearranged the room to take advantage of the light coming in from the windows.  Lala’s painting materials still hadn’t arrived and she felt herself growing weak from the lack of creation.  She woke up in the middle of the night sick with a cold.  The roosters crowed and the dogs barked outside, rattling the bed she slept in.  Lala found the strength to approach the tissue box in front of the mirror on the other side of the room.  She grabbed a tissue and while blowing her nose, she looked into the mirror to find the head covered in a cloth bag standing behind her.  Lala would have screamed if she hadn’t lost her voice.

Muse Leira ran across the wall and knocked a trapped door open before hiding in the corner.  Realizing Leira was a muse, and having had extensive experience with muses, Lala tried to calm her while tiptoeing towards the trapped door.  Inside, Lala found old paintings on paper—portraits of the Colonel and his servants.  Further inside, she found charcoal.

Lala started coughing and Muse Leira led her back to bed.  Muse Leira brought over a board with paper and the charcoal and sat next to Lala.  She set up the drawing board and Lala began sketching out ideas for paintings.  She thought about what she wanted.  She thought about the relationships she had had with the Drones (assistants in her former art laboratory), other artists and muses.  Muse Leira reminded her that it is those relationships which make Lala human.

 

“We find our match in the digital masses”

“We give each other space to grow”

“We make each other human”

Over the next few days, Leira nursed Lala back to health.  Leira inspired Lala, and Lala grew stronger with every collaboration.  Lala’s painting supplies finally arrived, and thanks to Muse Leira, she is now off to a strong beginning.

Based on a fact.

Kendal Dreges, Minisota Artlife Press

Radio Interview with a Visual Artist

Lala Drona in her first ever public radio appearance on Beijing International Radio.  Listen to her interview on Touch Beijing 93.2FM, where she explains what it means to be a visual artist today, and how Beijing has inspired her art.  Stay tuned until the end where she reveals her plot for the future.

 

The Tarot Unfolds: Lala relocates to Beijing

At the end of 2012, Lala arrived in Paris in search of inspiration for her paintings and world creation.  Along with inspiration, she also stumbled upon success, as gallery owners and collectors found her work groundbreaking.  She felt like a star, but all things have an expiration date…

One cold day in February 2013, while on her way to an event, Lala took a violent fall on the subway station stairs in Paris.  This painful welcome to Paris left her with a broken tooth and knocked unconscious.  Her friends rushed her to an emergency hospital where dentists repaired her teeth by sealing the cracks and capping the lateral incisor.  However, the trauma she suffered would have lasting effects far beyond this.

In the summer of 2016, Lala travelled from Paris to Sedona, Arizona and visited a medium.
The medium read the Death card, a card denoting change…the death of one thing and the beginning of another.  Lala took the card quite literally, and rushed funeral arrangements, creating plans for her last tableaux, a funeral installation displaying her body in her coffin, breasts exposed, surrounded by flowers.  Needless to say, Lala’s reaction was an overreaction, as she probably wasn’t really going to die, but still, Death wasn’t going to let her get off that easy.

In November 2016, while rehearsing her next performance piece “Phalanges revitalisation,” she felt a sharp pain around her nose and front teeth.
The pain was unbearable and her Drones took her to an emergency dentist.  The dentist found that both of her incisors were “necrosées” (necrotized, dying).  Lala underwent a “devitalisation,” a procedure where the dentist drilled holes into her teeth in order to kill the nerve and disinfect each tooth.  The dentist then filled in her two teeth like mummified bodies.  A literal Death, foreseen in the cards.  After the three-week long procedure, Lala’s teeth felt back to normal again, but, Death’s influence had just begun.  (text continued below).

Towards the end of 2016, due to too many failed art experiments, and Lala’s plunging media presence, investors in Paris pulled out from financially supporting Lala, leaving her with a large debt from which to recover.  With the Lala Laboratory destroyed, and Drones scattered around the world, Lala’s artistic success seemed ill-fated.  All her efforts were futile, and Lala at her lowest, went out to the bars in Paris, and danced another deadly dance with red wine and the Paris underground.  In the tunnels of the Paris subway, she tripped on the stairs and fell again, hitting her head on the wall.  The next morning, Lala woke up in the Paris subway with a jarring headache, and a beeping coming from her phone.   Lala looked at her phone to find an email from a group of investors in Beijing, China.  They were fascinated by her work and were inviting her to relocate her projects to their home country.  A drastic change, presented itself.  As foreseen in the cards, the beginning of one thing,  and the death of another.  Lala hastily accepted the project.

She is calling out to all Drones in Beijing, as her estimated time of arrival is mid-March, 2017.  She will spread her Drone empire, rebuild the Lala Laboratory, and resume her art/Muse experiments.

It seems the Death card has closed its chapter on Paris.  Lala’s accident on arrival in Paris caused her teeth to slowly die over the 4 years she has spent there.  Now that her teeth have finally perished, so has her time in Paris.  A promising future awaits, as Lala will soon begin her next chapter in Beijing, China.

Based on a fact.
Alisa McQueen, Art Tomorrow Weekly Magazine

NO MORE DRONES!

Prospective Drones everywhere lined up on the warm-lit cobble-stone streets of Paris, for the premier of The Drones Video Project 2016.  Sporting their sunglasses, the crowd chanted Drone Code, in hopes of meeting the artist and enlisting in her Army of Drones.  Frequently at these events, one can find recruitment booths manned by the official Drones buzzing words like “transcendence,” “higher purpose,” and “transformation” into prospective recruits’ ears.   However, this time, there were no booths, no official Drones gathering the masses.  

A Lala-shaped roar formed from the people’s mouths when Lala Drona and her 35 official Drones came out from the doors of the Opera Garnier, where the Drone Video Project had just premiered.  Cameras flashed onto the black mass that consisted of the Drones and Lala.  They made their way down the red carpeted stairs, each step followed the crowd’s chanting: “Drones will be loyal to Drones, Drones will be loyal to Lala.”

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Lala Drona lifted her hand to silence the public.  She looked to Drone Ember, standing on her right.  Drone Ember stepped forward and looked at the hundreds of warm bodies standing in front of her, her head still slightly tilted towards the floor.  She stared the public down through her black industrial glasses.

“On behalf of Lala Drona and the Drones, I would like to thank all of you for coming out, and supporting our mission to reach creative potential.”  The Drones behind Ember were a black stone wall, a fortress sandwiching their art queen, Lala.  Cameras continued to flash and click.  “However, it is to my greatest regret to inform you that Drone Recruitment has been closed.”  Drone Ember raised her voice, speaking over the mob’s gasps and whispers.  “We currently do not know when Drone Recruitment will reopen, and we apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused you.”

The disgruntled crowd shouted and booed as Drone Ember returned to Lala’s side.  The art authorities forged a path through the crowd, and Drone #1 took Lala’s arm, leading her and the other Drones down the human-made aisle.  The 35 official Drones surged through like blackened blood through a vein, and in an instant, Lala and her Drones vanished somewhere on the other side of the crowd.

See the Drones Video Project 2016 below:

EXPLOSION!: Lala Laboratory, no more.

(from left) Lala Drona, Drone #1, DJ Mafe and Drone Olchin under 24 hour surveillance at Paris Plaza Hospital.

Authorities scramble to find the culprits behind the Lala Laboratory bombing.

Three days ago, Lala was tried in court and forced to disclose the location of her secret underground laboratory. Courts issued a warrant permitting the Art Guild to search the laboratory premises where they found
incriminating evidence of Lala’s unethical, not to mention illegal, art and inspiration experiments on Muses.

Yesterday, the building was evacuated, leaving approximately 70 Muses and Drones homeless.  Authorities say that Lala was not found inside the laboratory during the sting operation.  However, it turns out that during the event, Lala Drona and her selected entourage (Drone #1, DJ Mafe and Drone Olchin) went into hiding in a secret wing of the laboratory, one that does not appear in Lala Laboratory architectural plans. Le group played a congenial game of poker throughout the night.

At 2am, authorities received word of an explosion in distric 94.  The Lala Laboratory had been bombed.

Drones alerted the authorities that Lala Drona and her entourage were trapped inside.  Six hours later, search and rescue dogs sniffed out the group.  Lala described the event:

“There was a terrible ringing in my ears as I looked for my companions. I found DJ Mafe first, who told me that Drone Olchin and Drone #1 were trapped behind a door wedged shut by a large scolding pipe. There was yelling on the other side of the door. The walls were caving in. Mafe and I pushed the pipe up and out of the way, freeing the Drones.” Mafe and Lala Drona obtained 2^nd and 3^rd degree burns on their hands from the ordeal.

Search and rescue teams successfully removed the group from the rubble at 2:20PM, 12 hours after the bomb had gone off. They are currently being treated at the Paris Plaza Hospital in the 4^th arrondissement under 24 hour surveillance, as they are now considered a security threat.

Damages to the lab were irreparable. They include the destruction of all current art projects, Lala’s current manuscript, and administrative material such as gallery contracts and invoices for artwork sold. All progress made on Muse inspiration extraction research has been lost.

The authorities have asked that you contact them at
drona.lala@gmail.com if you happen to find any fallout from the explosion (documents or laboratory notebooks). Authorities are specifically interested in finding a small laboratory notebook with the words “Lala Laboratory” written on the cover (photo on left).  The contents of this notebook are considered to be highly dangerous and the notebook is thought to play a crucial part in solving the laboratory bombing case.

Based on a Fact

Reese LeFevre, freelance journalist

 

Acrylic to ink: Lala quits on the art world

Lala Drona’s latest art show was cancelled due to “pornographic material.” Lala Drona was scheduled to show her series “Sexe sans Sex” at local Parisian gallery in Momartre, when the gallery owner sent her away after taking just one look at the risqué series. Lala told Paris Paint Magazine that her agent had already sent the material for review by the gallery months ago, and it seemed as if everything was fine. There must have been some sort of confusion, because not 20 minutes after Lala’s arrival, she was seen leaving the gallery with her assistant David, canvases in hand.

“Minuit” from series Sexe sans Sex.

The owner of the gallery claimed he was unaware of the painting’s pornographic nature. He finished with, “I myself love the paintings, but my clientele wouldn’t be very happy if they came in with their families and saw [the paintings].”

 

In response to the situation, Lala Drona stated, “The series is Sex without sex. There is no pornography in these images. That’s exactly the point of the series…” She finished the statement by saying that her and the gallery were simply not a good fit, and would probably never work with them again due to artistic differences.

            For the moment, Lala Drona does not have additional gallery showings on the horizon. However, the artist told Paris Paint Magazine that she’s taking a step back from the art world in order to write her book about the Lala World. “I’ve already finished the outline and am currently writing the second chapter.” Based on a Fact wonders if the sudden step back from the art world is due to the recent gallery rejection, however Lala Drona assures us that she will continue to paint. “People forget that I’m a fiction writer just as much as I am an artist.  Politics and career pressures have kept me in the gallery sphere since arriving to Paris.  Painting is half of my heart, and of course I will not abandon it, but I’m ready to retreat into my writing again.”

As far as the book goes, Lala Drona is not revealing much about the content, but she has said that she’s writing some sort of origin story. Fans everywhere are on the edge of their seats waiting for the highly anticipated book.   Likewise, Based on a Fact is excited to learn more about the secret life of Lala Drona.

Based on a Fact

Henry Martin, 40, Paris Paint Magazine