2021? Somewhere in the COVID times, genuinely can't remember when - it's all a blur. Rotterdam, Zuid-Holland.
"I created the Stairstallation out of frustration for not having any studio spaces or venues for the presentation of visual work during the pandemic. Of course there were much more pressing issues during this time, some of which I personally suffered. As students of fine arts however, we had little to no balance in what should be a relationship between consuming the horrors of the world and expressing one's feelings in relation to their position in all of this.
I grew tired of making miniatures (all I could make due to the lack of space in my small room at the time) because I longed to be immersed in a world of my own creation. This is the reason I began making installations in the first place, both as a form of escapism from the world, and celebration of the beauty that I take inspiration from.
I had longed to create something outside of my bedroom for the first time in too long. I picked a 'nothing' area of the house, the stairwell, as I figured it wouldn't disturb my housemates as well as bringing life to an area that is always passed through but never sat in like our bedrooms or the living room. The installation itself was claustrophobic to walk through, as a representation of how cooped - up I'd been feeling. However, it was also cozy and mesmerizing, encouraging us to pause and take in part of our surroundings that was ignored during our daily routine. It had certainly brought excitement and novelty to an otherwise mundane existence during the time-warp that was the pandemic." - Soup Kip <3
Materials: Paper, fabric, wool, safety pins, wood, polymer clay, copper wire, acrylic paint, watercolor, marker.
Objects: (made by me) Macrame'd plastic bottles, crochet hat, diary with a sewn patchwork cover, decorated bin I had found in the street using magazine clippings, glue and red wool. (not made by me) Disco ball, snake plant, moon piñata, plastic rabbit, mannequin head.
I believe that there is a Father John Misty song for every theme that I explore within my work and research. Here's one that was not written about the pandemic but felt like it at the time. Bigly philosophical, but I've already written a paper about this song. Let me know if you'd be interested in reading it.
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