Returning to images from the Plane

I wanted to go back to some of the images that I took when I flew into New York as I wanted to see the detail and work out what was causing it to look as if it was from the air.

Mapping the Wall World

This is a work that I started a couple of days ago. I was initially struck by the light hitting the wall from the skylight. But, I become fascinating by how the different colours and left bits of wall paper suggested islands, mountains and various terrain. I started to respond to this by adding my own map vocabulary. I was reading 'Slaughter House 5' at the time and places, cities have come into the map, some of them fictional, some not, but illogically placed. This map is definately not in proportion, in space or time.

Cleaning is Barbaric

Cleaning is Barbaric

I am not loading up any photographs today. It is strange how images have dictated, or led my blogging so far. (I so need to find another word to replace ‘blogging’ as it is crude tasteless word).

Today I continued cleaning the space on the third floor. It is difficult to transfer from a mindset of subtle responses to the driven desire to get what you want to communicate right and clear. While I was cleaning I made huge amounts of dust and swept some interesting dust mountains/islands, which collected up and put into a bucket.

Why is cleaning barbaric? It involves applying a conformist almost regimentally minimal aesthetic to a place/environment. It also aspires to removing the traces of others and time. I collected up all the bits of wallpaper, and plaster that was on the floor along with huge amounts of dust. But, to alleviate my guilt from barbaric cleaning, I have kept all that I cleared up; it is all in plastic buckets. Old paper is really beautiful, even if it is rubbish.

I am keeping some bolts of fabric leaning up against the walls, this gives me lots more floor space to work with, but also gives me more relics of the rooms previous owner and state. The yellow wallpaper pink person collection is still hiding behind the door. This makes sense here, but I feel a need to label it or organise it in a museological manner.

I am now becoming much happier with the space in which I am going to generate a large expansive space, the landscape is going to come out more, but allow me to be more experimental and less representational with the materials and objects that I use.

I am currently writing this in the elsewhere shop window. Artists here are exhibits.

Other Blog

http://lucinda104.vox.com/

There is more info about my residency on the above blog. Through this blog you can access blogs of the other Elsewherians

The Lights are Brighter at Night

On the evening of the 9th I started to take some photographs of our party. To celebrate all the lights were turned on. I started to explore long exposures These images give you a good indication of what it is like at Elsewhere.

Out of focus

Some of the photographs that I took of the albums were out of focus. This some how added to the girly angst beautification of the albums. It also made some of them seem as if they could be X rated. The room was so dark that the act of the taking of the photographs allowed me to see the albums, whereas without it couldn't see them clearly.

Aesthetically Challenging

In the ‘yellow room’ the previous resident created an installation in honour of ‘Yellow Wallpaper’ by Charlotte Gilman, which I haven’t read. In the room leaning up against the wall there were two piles of records. They were all related to love and primarily from a female viewpoint. A love of angst, desire and adoration from a distance. I found them extremely repulsive and aesthetically challenging. Why should I/we find them so gross?