post crit pre book fair
Writing workshop-
Writing exercises
Drinking as sensation-
Ive poured myself a cup of peppermint tea and I am watching the steam float away
It is becoming dark and it burns my tongue, i bring the cup to my face and blow; the steam rushes onto my cheeks. I feel my tongue stinging and know I have made a commitment to this beverage. I know I will wait for it to get cold and have my last sips when it is old and yucky. It is sitting next to me, I am comforted by its warm presence, and I am thinking of the weight of the liquid contained within the paper cup. I see the condensation forming on the walls of the vessel, the texture reminds me of styrofoam. I am thinking of the pressure of finishing a drink quickly, I like to have my tea slowly, waiting for it to get cold. There is a lingering aftertaste, ive brewed it longer than I normally would, and I am looking forward to when it cools down a bit, then I will drink it fast, and ill feel it warm me up on the inside. I imagine the warm pool of liquid sitting in my stomach, sloshing when I move, slowly draining through my body.
Listing-
1. Net, mesh, sharpies, poscas, speakers, usbs, wires, my phone, jasmines voice, laptop, adobe audition, pvc, flexible pipe, sewing machine, thread, paper, cotton rope, pencils, lupas,
2. Conversation, space, voice, connection, communication, background, constant, presence, words, importance,
3. Jasmines voice-presence. I have been using the voice of my best friend to think about the space which voices and connection takes up. I am using parts of her speech and voice to think of how the constant presence is almost more relevant than things that are being said or done, there is comfort in knowing that it is there, and I have been thinking about the nature of voice as a vessel, in a similar way to pipes, maybe voice and these infrastructural materials share a quality, and the words are more similar to the substances which travel through. There is value still in these infrastructures being empty, stripped from their purpose, maybe their intention and presence is enough. If it was water, or waste, or words, or laughing or singing, the substance that travels through is less important than the fact that it is travelling and that there is a constant motion. The connections between peoples behaviours and these pipes feels relevant, and it becomes strange to look at the contents without their containers. The contents however remain to be the more natural substance, the thing that desires to travel, where as the container is manufactured, it could be through a phone or a speaker, it is created through the need for the substance to travel. We can think of the water flowing in a less manufactured way- through a forest, creating a trail where the dirt has been eroded. When the water the evaporates what is left is the indent. One the words have been said, what remains is the memory of the voice. I am thinking about my use of materials, and they are all highly manufactured, plastic, clinical, white. Do I do this to retain a purity in the drone of the voice and the form of the structure? In my life I do not do this, I surround myself with colour, my room is pink, my curtains are pink, my bed and rug are green, my tiles are green, my clothes are blue and pink and green and I have my nails painted red and blue and pink. I do not desire this clinical stripped version/ interpretation within my own life. But when drawing relations to infrastructures and feelings of comfort in people I am drawn to this removal of visual comfort. The materials remaining as they are, untouched, maybe because my own hand would feel dishonest in making an intervention to determine what I find beautiful or comforting. The words I have strung together feel uncertain and cold, but when reflecting on my videos with jasmine i felt the opposite. It was warm, and it made me cry and feel excited about things I was telling her years or months ago.
4. Sensing
Georgina Kleege, haptic encounters.
Child, wonder, performance, handmade costumes, the way ots hanging reminds me of washing but also industrial things like machinery, a part of a bigger something. Waiting for use. ‘fab’ a good word for the project.
5. Wikipedia interlude
transmission of information brought about by the interaction of several components, such as a source, a message, an encoder, a channel, a decoder, and a receiver
dispatch of material ushered contingent by the rapport of few elements, such as a cause, tiding, scrambler, path, unscrambler, and a receptor.
Trnsmsn nfo brt abt b ntrctn svrl cmpnts sch src msg ncdr chnl dcdr rcvr
D s p a c h f m t r l u s h r
d c o n t g n t b r p p r t f w
l m n t s
c h s c s e t d g
s m b r a r l e
p t h
m b n u r a l e s c
n d a
r c p t r
6. Some directness
Publication-
How will do I feel when I touch this object
text and shapes printed on transparent surfaces. It is small and soft. The pages are floppy unable to support themselves effectively
I was thinking about my reflections on my work and how I was feeling when I made these.
Building shelves and coming together in this way, and it has influenced a lot of my thinking
Lauren tutorial- dyeing the fabric pink- what does this do? suspending in a non linear way
this is the bubble. the bubble goes up. it pops.
it looks tense. it looks strong. it will burst if i touch it.
sometimes it doesn’t burst. sometimes it sticks to me.
colours swirl on its form and i think of how the liquid
will splatter once it breaks. i want to tap the bubble into
your hands like i would a balloon. the bubble is more
precious. i see my reflections adjusting in its sphere.
the bubble is empty. it is full of my breath. the bubble is
in motion and i can see you through the soap.
here i am. i can see.
this is the bubble. it’s going up. it pops. it looks tense. it looks strong. it will burst if i touch it. sometimes it doesn’t burst. sometimes it sticks to me. colours swirl on its form and i think of how the liquid will splatter once it breaks. i want to tap the bubble into your hands like i would a balloon. the bubble is more precious. i see my reflections adjusting in its sphere. the bubble is empty. it is full of my breath. the bubble is in motion and i can see you through the soap