Moments without Address
Removing definition, adding weight, reconsidering accents, introducing Light fall-off and one’s personal reminder.
When does our longing for the security of belonging transform itself into the actual act of fortification? Consider the marks and impressions that fabrics leave on your face while you are asleep. This new installation of work is an attempt to represent the enduring heaviness felt beneath the surface of the present.
When we become locked into our own existence and find there is no longer the possibility for opening, we are restricted by our own stride and unable to see beyond the structure – of that which we are defined by and find ourselves within.
Creating an interior of framed compositions and sights embedded into a dense weight of permanence.
Absorbing reason and certainty.
These sights are moments without address.
This heaviness is the weight that comes with time and is formed from impressions of the past remaining in the present, carrying the ‘wait’ of concerns for building something secure. In parts, I am considering: the processes in belonging and the meaning of permanence, concealed existences, the removal of definition and discard of defining characteristics, the loss of focus, certainty and details in the founding of understanding, shifts in perspective, and hidden indicators that allow one to locate themselves or decline. Representing a place maintained for withholding, whose function has long passed and now exists only to remain sealed, locked, eternally closed, roads travelled beyond opening.
Identifying the shadows that reflect the ‘wait’ of what we carry and define our ‘presence.’ Necessarily, attached to the real, shadows cast in the past remain in this ‘presence’ whilst that which was attached to them disappears.
Locating the imperceptible presence of an internal physical obstruction, resulting in optical vignetting and the creation of an abrupt transition with unintentional darkening of the image corners.
From the discarded personal beacon – the Red Riding Hood Fire Hydrant holder, hangs an age-old narrative of loss, fear, warning and hope – reminding us not to turn back, and equally – not to forget the path from where we have come.
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- Rotkäppchen Taschentuch, 2011
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- Reconsidering the Accents of ‘Ground Fleeting. and stuck’
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- Moments without Address
