Tuesday, April 9, 2013

There's no place that's home.

The Always Nowhere project trudges forward. I have made a short film that is a companion piece to the installation. It has a voice over constructed of small narratives that are tied to the vehicle as a repository or receptacle for memory.

A car can be,
1. A place where things may be put for safekeeping.
2. A warehouse.
3. A museum.
4. A burial vault; a tomb.
I purchased a non-running 1998 Mercury Mystique for the installation. Here is a photo of "Dirty Mike," who sold me the car, and Dave Stockwell, who has been intrinsic to the installation being realized.


Thanks to Dave and CCAD Facilities, the car is now on the 2nd floor. I am prepping the glass for the window film and will be adhering it next week. The inside will be wired for sound. I have 4 different picture edits, one for each of the projectors that surround the car. The narrative story from the short film will be played as a voice over via speakers.

I am reading a book recommended to me by Elena H, graduate of the first class of MFAs at CCAD, Non-Places: An Introduction to Supermodernity by Marc Auge. In his introduction he writes,

Perhaps today's artists and writers are doomed to seek beauty
in 'non-places', to discover it by resisting the apparent obviousness
of current events. They may do this by highlighting the enigmatic 
character of objects, of things disconnected from any exegesis or
practical use, by putting a spotlight on the media that try to pass
for mediators, by rejecting sham and mimicry.[...] They are fragments
of utopia, in the image of our time divided between passivity, anxiety
and, despite everything, hope or, at the very least, expectation.

I spent some time in Christian Marclay's The Clock on it's last night in Columbus. Pondering time, mobility, meaninglessness, and the narrative tropes we impose on our experience so that we can make sense of the world. The piece evokes a feeling that am striving for in Always Nowhere. A non-specific unease, just enough to bring awareness to a sense of non-place. And then see what happens there.

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