Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Path Walk

The Path Walk. Inspired by Marina Abramovic and Carson's reading "The Wall". How do the people we pass on the path change us, and what do these changes ultimately determine?

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Visual Project Ideas

So far I have had very little inspiration. I'm pretty sure I want to do a video response to Marina Abramovic. I really like the controversy over what the art is and how a reproduction is supposedly an outrageous idea. I think I want to focus on the idea of how people responded to her "The Artist is Present" piece and make a play off of it called "You are Present" or something to that effect. When people sat with her, they were looking at her but they were essentially alone with themselves. I had an administrator in high school tell a class of mine that "character" is how you act and who you become when nobody is watching. I think I want to do a video based on that. Maybe have a series of many people... We'll see where that takes me I guess.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Wall Response

The project was conceptual because she started on male end and he started on female end, meet in the middle and walk towards their sides. It started as a movement of romantic love but developed into a thing of development and change as they started at different places and broke up.He had complications with authorities but no terrain and she had no problems with authority but with terrain. She never really had a plan; he used a map. He was structured and she was chaotic and surrendered to the situation. He wouldn’t adapt. They walked different lines. They had different goals in mind. She wanted to get stories from locals, not the history of the wall but the myths of it. She surrendered to the experience and he broke the flag that symbolized surrender. Commitment to the other and trust that the other would definitely stick to and that they would be there in the end. Despite the change, they still committed and followed through.  In the end, they wrote the same poem. And quoted the same one. “Clouded in the sky, dust in the eye.” The narrative is art in itself, like a myth.