Overwhelming Indifference
As a child, instead of wishes, I was haunted by night terrors, dark things lurked beneath and behind. They seem more tangible in their repetition than some unfathomably perfect daydream of stability and sunlight,
“For the real houses of memory, the houses to which we return in dreams, the houses that are rich in unalterable oneirism, do not readily lend themselves to description. …[It] must retain its shadows.”
—Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
These are the visions that I contemplate through making. My daydreams are made of shadows created by boxes and crowded spaces, windows blocked, and lights dimmed.
The Overwhelming Indifference of an Abandoned Thought, 2020
Corrugated cardboard, hot glue, PVA glue, joint compound, acrylic paint, charcoal, graphite, gouache, PLA plastic, acrylic mirror, monofilament, pencil rod, latex caulk, reclaimed paper, LED lights. Dimensions variable.
Bright projections from empty windows reflect on bare walls, whispering obscure secrets in counterpoint. Spindly legs hold up the shells of houses, soft curtains masking inner thoughts, soft shadows hinting at what might have been. The Overwhelming Indifference of an Abandoned Thought leans empty and awkward, a solid pairing of opposing hopes that fade in and out of existence. These two forms mimic the pattern of home but have no real grasp on reality, instead they act as beacons for the confused and uncertain wishes.
