I really had to give your piece a few days to mull it all over. As with any three-dimensional work I truly wish I could be in the same space with it and spend some time walking around it, but this will have to do.
My first observation was how by changing the direction of the "flow" of airplanes, you really can change the feel of the piece. Just hanging from the wall there is a sort of deadness and weight, but the way you have changed it makes it far more expressive and able to be personified.
I sometimes see a sort of slug creature in it. It has a mountainous mass to it that commands its space. I think of swarms of bugs, schools of fish. It is reaching, shooting, slumping.
I may have to give this a few more days of thought. I feel like I could find more and more the longer I look at it. I am just now trying to work out how I am reading the piece in relation to its title.
On a simply material note, I have to applaud you for the many hours of labor and teamwork and late nights that went into this. You are one of the most fastidious and commited artists of my acquaintance, and that really shows here. There is definately something to be said for a piece having shock value that screams "Look how many hours it took to make me!" I love that.
Jamie: As you can tell by my procrastination, I too have been fumbling for the words to put to my experience of this piece. I very much agree with Libby, that in the taking off of the wall you have given life to the mass. A plane by its very nature is designed to fly; yours are glued together, sluggish with paint. Thus they surge upwards in a heavy heap, pulling towards the top...
Why does this piece not continue to the ceiling? stretching out thinly from its bulking and writhing base? Spiraling these objects into some sort of vortex as you have it so beautiful, so metaphoric and so reminescent of a sort of natural "swarm" as Libby put it. What happens when these pointed, directed, swarming objects become menacing and dangerous? Not merely occupying my space with me, but defying or defining it. Pursue the image further. Good work leads way to more of its kind.
I love spending time with this piece by the way, there is something very familiar in it. The threads are essential...as we have discussed, to the movement and the gravity of the thing. Weightlessness and house paint....how lovely!
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I really had to give your piece a few days to mull it all over. As with any three-dimensional work I truly wish I could be in the same space with it and spend some time walking around it, but this will have to do.
My first observation was how by changing the direction of the "flow" of airplanes, you really can change the feel of the piece. Just hanging from the wall there is a sort of deadness and weight, but the way you have changed it makes it far more expressive and able to be personified.
I sometimes see a sort of slug creature in it. It has a mountainous mass to it that commands its space. I think of swarms of bugs, schools of fish. It is reaching, shooting, slumping.
I may have to give this a few more days of thought. I feel like I could find more and more the longer I look at it. I am just now trying to work out how I am reading the piece in relation to its title.
On a simply material note, I have to applaud you for the many hours of labor and teamwork and late nights that went into this. You are one of the most fastidious and commited artists of my acquaintance, and that really shows here. There is definately something to be said for a piece having shock value that screams "Look how many hours it took to make me!" I love that.
Yay.
Jamie: As you can tell by my procrastination, I too have been fumbling for the words to put to my experience of this piece. I very much agree with Libby, that in the taking off of the wall you have given life to the mass. A plane by its very nature is designed to fly; yours are glued together, sluggish with paint. Thus they surge upwards in a heavy heap, pulling towards the top...
Why does this piece not continue to the ceiling? stretching out thinly from its bulking and writhing base? Spiraling these objects into some sort of vortex as you have it so beautiful, so metaphoric and so reminescent of a sort of natural "swarm" as Libby put it. What happens when these pointed, directed, swarming objects become menacing and dangerous? Not merely occupying my space with me, but defying or defining it. Pursue the image further. Good work leads way to more of its kind.
I love spending time with this piece by the way, there is something very familiar in it. The threads are essential...as we have discussed, to the movement and the gravity of the thing. Weightlessness and house paint....how lovely!
Continue. As I know you shall...
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