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Traces of where the driver had been were still pressed into the frozen ground...The farm is a dangerous place to work...complacency leads to tragedy.
In this body of work, I used the character Chester Copperpot, from the movie The Goonies, as a point of departure. Chester Copperpot’s invisibility (he exists merely as a pile of dusty bones and an old wallet) but implied presence in the film makes him a lense through which to explore concepts of the disappearance of history and its psychological implications. Nostalgic notions of popular culture of the nineties and boyhood fantasies of adventure both propel my compulsion to investigate these themes. I’m interested in exploring the temporal space between the fictional time represented in the film and the actual moment, biographically and historically, that I saw the film. How can one precisely articulate a moment which was apprehended numerous times (as one does in viewing a film several times)? This fragmented understanding of time has splintered further as we progress into the digital age. I’m interested in exploring this intangible phenomenon through objects and images that trace a semantic journey and disorient our perception of time. Everything hinges on a found wallet.
Their eyes often meet with an air of bittersweetness—tender gazes so full of love and fear—regret that lingers in their eyes in the form of suppressed tears. Their regret is fleeting, yet reoccurring. Both too afraid to confess, their tongues stay bitten—lips reluctantly sealed. Their silence is penitent; yet their eyes disclose how they long to be sincere with one another—truly sincere. Every word they breathe is honest, but halfway veiled in secrecy; their declarations of love are true, but not whole.
Traces of truth stain their eyes and lips—it lives in the way they look at one another—in the words they speak and those they don’t. The desperation in their eyes they try to hide is ever present, and manifests in timid pleas, not spoken with words, but with every glance, every gesture, and every touch; the truth begs to be released, but their fear keeps them chained in their lies. One, too afraid to let go of one good thing for another—the other, afraid to be the reason the one he loves most feels guilty, and in a way, afraid of himself—of his own selfishness. Still, they cannot help but show it—the truth. It is innate, the way they love. It cannot be masked by their words; the whole truth was always there, in their body language. The way their fingers intertwine, fitting together perfectly, just as they do in each other’s arms. The way they fuel each other’s smiles and warm each other’s hearts.
What they share is beautiful; it is a connection of two destined souls.
If only they could tell the truth.
The Buffalo Trace Distillery in Frankfort, Kentucky is the oldest continuously-operating distillery in the United States. It is a national historic landmark and was listed on the National Register of Historic Place in 2001.
All of the sights and crowds at the opening night of "A Special Curatorial Project with Rirkrit Tiravanija: The Way Things Go," Feb 13, 2015 at YBCA.
The exhibition, curated by Rirkrit Tiravanija, presents the work of 13 artists from Asia, Europe, and the Bay Area that traces the history and migration of seeds, plants, recipes, ingredients, and kitchen culture. See more at ybca.org/rirkrit
Event photography by Tommy Lau, tommylau.net/
Drawings in the sand.
Authors are drawing artists..
Anonymous artists.
Anonymous unaware that they are artists.
Every passage draw new trail.
Curves in the same direction.
Random overlay.
In the exact speed to create relief.
Authors ignore the work they created.
Nothing is by chance.
Everything converges to the unique moment.
Combination of drawing, light and shadow.
Indispensable instrument a camera.
Single moment.
Single photograph.
Connected (in the Connect group): paw prints > foot prints
Tenuous Link: Nose on the sand > feet on the sand
Another picture of Trace, inside the bridge passage. For some reason this one came out green, even though the light was actually red! Anyone know why?!