A continuum of connections with the past...like reading the pages of a diary from another time and place... part of you but detached...drifting threads...a place between you and the clouds...here in Brisbane the clouds are closer to the ground then any other place... but still never within reach...assembling past narratives...silent stories that never resonate beyond a box, a page, a print, a book...the continual folds that extinguish our momentary connection to place...a vague transparency...sp
the books/boxes are marvelous. a viewer spots, captures, pick one up. opens and there is a world, a universe perhaps parallel, or not. i do wish i could be in the shoes of the explorer who spots these. visual, haptic puzzles to solve, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteLoving your new assemblages!
ReplyDeleteVery lovely and decrepit.
ReplyDeleteIt works on so many levels.
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