Trapped
wood, drywall, screws, viewfinders, paint, sharpies
3'x3'x8'
What is the relationship between viewer and artist while they are making? What happens when parts of a piece are concealed and the viewer is forced to interact with a space they are not comfortable with? What happens to the artists mind when confronted with a small space and the pressure of making? These are the questions I explored in my final sculpture by building a "box" that I was trapped inside for 8+ hours, part of the time being watched by the audience as I let my mind unfold on the inside of the walls. With nothing but your brain to stimulate you and such a small space for making, I became nervously fascinated with the color of the walls and my imagination.
wood, drywall, screws, viewfinders, paint, sharpies
3'x3'x8'
What is the relationship between viewer and artist while they are making? What happens when parts of a piece are concealed and the viewer is forced to interact with a space they are not comfortable with? What happens to the artists mind when confronted with a small space and the pressure of making? These are the questions I explored in my final sculpture by building a "box" that I was trapped inside for 8+ hours, part of the time being watched by the audience as I let my mind unfold on the inside of the walls. With nothing but your brain to stimulate you and such a small space for making, I became nervously fascinated with the color of the walls and my imagination.
"It is the strangest yellow, that wall-paper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw – not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things. But there is something else about that paper – the smell! ... The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A yellow smell."
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