Installation III | Development
5/15/16 | Space Jellyfish
I want my trains to be monsters that swallow me up and let me hang out in their guts until I’m unstuck, mentally, travelling the earth to find the parents who never gave birth because they cared more about the children who were already left behind.
I feel so distant, sometimes.
5/10/16 | Changes + Thoughts
what: imagine we are all on the same train that hits someone. no, even before that. we sit on a train, pretending we are taking it alone. enclosed in headphones and distractions that block us from other physical interaction. we are all busy, busy, busy, and we cannot waste time thinking of other people. in fact, those taking the train with us are no longer people. they are reduced to expressions to be avoided as we pretend our worlds are more important or cannot be interrupted by those inhibiting flesh puppets. now, again, imagine we are all on the same train, and it hits someone. our metaphysical energy, which exists contained by headphones, only to be known by ourselves, is sudednly broken. we all have to get off the train, pause our lives, because someone else's ended. and everyone will have a different reaction. some will still be clouded by this happening on /their way/ to /their/ job, never mind someone will never be able to wake up again. some will laugh, make jokes to break the awkwardness. the train station is closed.
strictly: we are all on the same train headed to the same place. if you look at the act of living as a means of transit. i am constantly moving, i believe human connection is the most important thing about where i end up. like minded people in the depths of clubs or venues you visit on a whim. we are constantly moving. what keeps people i know going is finding that we are capable of forging human connection.
if life were a magazine, and not the one by the same name, my goal with speculative Transit is to create the centerfold. that is to say, mimic the concept of emerging human connection in unlikely places. unlikely places, for me, are anywhere, i do never expect to find people so similar to myself, not because i am so different, but have not been able to do that so often.
The structure I've created moreso resembles a "safe childhood memory." It has been described as fantasy-like and comfortable.
I think the dissonance of presentation with the harsh idea I am trying to bring about induces a melancholic feeling. I think it accurately portrays how I perceive growing up, forming new bonds and abandoning old ones, and being able to impact the world around you.
5/3 | New Materials
I have begun piecing together designs reminiscent of spaceships using fabric and the skeletons of umbrellas.
4/29 | Mood board + Thesis
Earth through the porthole window. There is a song about Russian astronauts and the impact of long distance travel on their psyche. Hours spent floating in a desolate space craft, looking out the small window to survey their home planet from afar. They imagine the crunching of grass, the lawn in front of their home on a warm day.
Unconventional methods of travel. I feel desolate. I am considering the distance between myself and other humans and if that has begun because I’ve learned to talk to other humans better. There is a wide range of emotions they feel, something I had pondered and projected my own thoughts onto. It is curious to think another one’s thoughts are as tangible as mine-- that is to say, not at all.
We cannot touch what we think. We cannot touch human connection. All the conversations we endure are words, vibrating waves clinging onto air particles for their life.
4/15 | Initial Motor Test
Goals
Get motors to run, twisting sticks with string attached to them
Try photosensitive triggers, consider changing color based on light value
Try using pressure sensitive trigger, consider changing color based on that too