“Bichos” by Lygia Clark
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“Bichos” by Lygia Clark
Mona Lisa - 3D model by Haptic Art (@hapticart) [0c2e406]
Haptic Art is a company that specializes in creating printable 3-D models of paintings. In this way they are managing to make visual art accessible for visually impared people. This makes a painting more immersive, since there is haptic feedback. However it isn’t a “tangible painting.” Instead, can you imagine touching Mona Lisa’s skin?
Stephen Vincent. Haptic: My Mother Breathing Into the Infinite (2010)
“I listen to my now late mother breathing. She’s 93. She is taking an afternoon nap in her bedroom. I am in the "family room" making this haptic. The sounds of her breathing are projected over the speaker on the audio-surveillance system. My pen strokes follow the coarse sound, the circular movement—in and out—and the constant, yet variable rhythm of each breath. In listening so closely, while matching the duration of each breath with a pen stroke, I become aware that I have become at one with her breathing. But it is not just my mother breathing. It suddenly seems as if her breathing—in and out—is the whole world breathing in its most fundamental, primal form and that I and everyone else, no matter where we are, each belong to this breathing motion that precedes time, creates time, and dissolves in time; then, just as inevitably, it creates the next breath, one wave upon another, peaceful, then turbulent, then various, as if our lungs are both at one and a mirror of a global ocean of air that is endlessly turning over and over again. And the rhythm of the breathing is the rhythm, so various and full, at the source and birth of every living thing. And there it is, the haptic unrolling before me out of my pen, rendered mark by mark. And this perhaps mystic thought of my mother, as she ever so slowly begins to pass from the world of her body, that she will pass, as all of us, back into the larger cosmos to an eternal mother that is constantly breathing.”