the text of cameron's pieces shows up incredibly well against the sterile white walls, i dig that.
details of sutures:
i've also added some medical bandage tape we uncovered while i was cleaning the shelves and a bowl of rhinestones and jewels that serve as the infection that was removed, although they are gorgeous.
cameron and i completed our collaborative pieces that were joined with pritika's stack piece in 608 last night. the low lighting added to the romanticism of the pieces and the viewers had to engage with the pieces to see that there were images and text on the mirrors and plates of glass. i love the idea that the images i selected and the text that cameron chose were in books that are no longer on these shelves, but these items are fragments of the wholes that are now displaced. i also enjoy the mirror and how it interacts with the viewer's gaze, that only through the seeing of oneself can the text and images be seen. without our bodies, there is no experience. i wholly believe that.
this is the full view:
so amidst this torturous heatwave and the stupor that we're all working in, the project has changed. i'm collaborating with cameron and we're mixing our pieces together - his collected texts and my collected medical imagery. we're putting them onto glass and mirror panels so it should be interesting. and we're going to show them with pritika's work on friday. i think everything will go together well. if we don't melt by then.
i officially forego my privacy. process is on view, ladies & gentlemen. i'm giving up my first stronghold thats holding me back here. so, come one come all and see the show. me in a feather headband and cameron in a pink hat.
this morning was the first morning i've woken up and not been confused by where i am. and although the heat is making it difficult to sleep, once i was down i slept quite peacefully. its nice to be moving out of the shock and confusion state i've been in for the past few days. i've begun my piece today. i've cleared off three shelves (and santized them) and then painted them white and sterile. they almost sparkle in comparison with their surroundings. tomorrow i will clearcoat and then begin suturing its wounds. for today, i begin making the organs but not before a swim and a shower at the Y. while elsewhere may never feel like home, its not feeling so foreign and thats reassuring.
i am the most out of sorts i have felt in an incredibly long time, though the 80's music makes more of this experience feel normal. i've been here for four days and it still feels chaotic, i wonder how long it will take for this to adjust itself - or if it will. perhaps it has and i'm just resisting it. the only urge that seem to make sense yet is to start nesting around the space, cleaning and organizing and overall sterilization. i've begun to do this on a small pocket by my desk, creating a small nook for me to reside in and near. i'm not sure when i became the priss pot who needed order and meticulously clean spaces to function, but this is the characteristic that is rearing its head here. i'm not myself and i'm on the fence it thats a good or bad thing. driving here i kept listening to "i wanna be sedated" over and over and elsewhere could not be more opposite to that - so, internally this may be my fight to not give in, but instead give over. oh the club foot makes me want to wax poetic.
