Exploration of density, space, and membrane. The forms are made from birch dowels tied together by wire. They are then covered with tracing paper by the use of acrylic glue.
The Truth Hurts is my interpretation of our assignment The Senses. I placed two one-way mirrors facing each other. A projector was placed between them, projecting a video off one mirror and onto another. The reflection continuously bounced between the mirrors, creating a sense of infinity and depth. Part of the projection also shown through the mirrors, depicting the projection on the walls behind the viewer. The video shows only the movement of people’s lips as they talk but it has been muted, requiring the viewer to stop and concentrate on the movement of the person’s lips. As viewers yearn to interpret the mouths, they begin to realize that the mouths are in fact insulting them.
The assignment was to create an object to go inside the class cabinet of curiosity. The goal was to create something intriguing and mysterious that caught the viewers attention. I believe that the most mysterious things are the things you can't see and played off the idea of having a mauled box with an unknown content inside.
My concept for this project was to create an ordinary looking object that would be surrounded by my classmates more intricate designs. This leaves the viewer wondering if there is more to my piece than meets the eye. The box is one that cannot be opened, but a flickering light can be seen through cracks in the box. I am playing off the natural curiosity of the unknown contents of the box. I chose to weather and destroy the box to make it look like the contents of the box are highly coveted by someone or some thing. The box is a metaphor for the last couple months of my life. After being in a committed relationship for two years, I was getting to the point where I was beginning to see the rest of my life laid out in front of me. Out of the blue, a one-sided decision was made to end things. Two months later, I still struggle with this. Of course, some days are better than others. All I can do is try to repress the memories at this point. This correlates to the steps my box went through during construction. The box started out as new, pristine wood (before things ended). I aged the wood using acrylic washes and battered the box with hammers and chisels (after things ended). I then cut the box apart and chiseled along some of the cuts so that light from inside the box could shine through, then glued the pieces back together (the cracks represent my bad days when I have a hard time keeping things together.) Inside the box is a vial of ashes from a fire in which I burned all the letters and cards from her. These ashes signify the memories that I am trying to repress. These ashes are also from the fire in which I placed the box to further distress it. Thus, the box contains the contents of its own destruction. It is self-referential. Along with the vial of ashes inside the box, there are four small lights. These lights have an estimated battery-life of 120 hours, roughly five days. There is no way for me to open the box to replace the lights. When the lights die, so does my project and hopefully any resistance I have of moving on.