Static

This video's audio is left / right split,

so please listen with headphones or speakers.

another day another video

Entitled, Always Leaving,

this video piece collects together the continuing moment of saying goodbye.

an image and a statement

In the past four years I’ve moved six times, each time packing up my life and transplanting it into a new space. The transition from old landscapes to new have ignited thoughts about dislocation, transition, and the nature of home. A new place, a new home, may replace the old, but remnants remain, creating a layering of time and space like layers of strata in the earth, a record of life. What if we could collapse that record, to pull at time and space and bring all these places closer together, where every moment can live at once and be equal, never having to sacrifice the comfort of home for the challenge of forward movement. My art is an exploration of that physical and psychological journey.

maurice sendak

You have to take the dive

and also

I'm not a whore

The Homes We Make

A rough cut of the video created with the help of my mom,

and filmed by my classmate, Crystal Tursich.

Together we sewed all the homes that we shared.

Creating a shadowy imprint of overlapping time and space.

Things to Consider

1. I'm tempted to remove the very last section of the video.

2. Should it be looped

3. How are the transitions?

4. Should there be any text?

5. What about sound? Right now it is silent, does that hurt it or help it?

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How to display

1. on a screen

2. on a stretched canvas/fabric

3. overtop the completed embroidery

Did everyone turn in their MYBOOK?

Saskia Jorda

Saskia Jorda

House Walk 2005

click to watch video

excerpt from her website

House Walk is an exploration of the space we define around us: our personal bubble of protection. Our perception of space is entirely cultural, it moves and shifts around us as we migrate and explore other cultures. In the performance, a cloth house walks aimlessly and blindly, following an imaginary path constructed only by the performer’s memory of her daily walk. The experience, while seemingly playful and cartoon-like, is disorienting and claustrophobic.