The work for the show went through many stages of evolution. Early on, I decided I was going to reuse the Waves video in a new way by projecting it somehow as part of an installation. I liked the idea of the video taking up a full spectrum of site so that the viewer would feel surrounded by the image and thus creating a transcendental experience separating them from the reality of being in a gallery.
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| Plans for a curved projection screen...enveloping the viewer. |
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| Attempt at projecting on a curve |
This idea proved difficult to construct. And also expensive if I went the route of a pre-made screen. So I had to re-think the vision. Then My brother and sister found an old tent at home that was my Pop-pop's tent for the back of his sailboat. Boats. Waves. Connections started to form. Tent. Shelter. Haven. I thought of one of my chapter titles in my paper that came from a Latin motto "Post tot Naufragia Portum." (after so many shipwrecks, a haven/port) Everything began to come together. The tent served as the projection screen.
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| Hanging in the studio |
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| View from inside |
Set up in the studio, with full control of the lighting, I was able to get the desired effect. This would become a little more of a challenge in the gallery. I got the brightest projectors the school had and tried to make the best of it with the gallery situation. Ideally, I want to show this again in a darker gallery that I have more control over. Hopefully in the near future, I'll work something out in another space.
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| Block and tackle pulley-Nautical detail |
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| Hanging in the gallery |
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| final install |
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| Intended viewing angle |
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| Closer to ideal lighting |
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| from inside |
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| In my tent |
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| Sea glass pile |
I also wanted the sea glass to come back. After playing with some installation configurations, I came up with a curved line of glass, a gestural spreading that thickens in the middle and thins at the ends. The name I came up with for the piece, "Memoria Congeria" basically means collected memories. But "Congeria" has several meanings;
- heap, pile, mass
- collection/accumulation (events/words)
- the ruins
- chaos
Given the metaphor I had come up with regarding sea glass (experiencing tragedy is like shattering glass, but tossed in the waves of grief the edges become smooth overtime, never whole again) the definitions, "the ruins" and "chaos" seemed extremely fitting.
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Sea glass temporarily installed on the beach
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| "Memoria Congeria"- Installed in the gallery |
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