Pine, Fabric, Felt Tip, Screws.
Upon meditating on journeys, the body through time and space, I can’t help but think about the metaphysical journey I have taken within my own life, how I got from A to B, from who I was, to who I am now.
Focusing on my trip, to and from my old house on Goodenough St, to the city, I bring up many memories from my past. A dark time in my development as a person, but perhaps a chaotic time I needed to go through in order to reach the path I am on now.
The places I haunted in Mile End and in the City were the focus of my map, and the self destructive and directionless attitude I had, reflect upon my memories of the places I visited.
The places I haunted in Mile End and in the City were the focus of my map, and the self destructive and directionless attitude I had, reflect upon my memories of the places I visited.
The particular trail I focused on for my map was the walk that I took when I went through a complete mental breakdown and was part of the psychological reinvention of myself. Retracing these steps bought back a lot of old memories, and bought into question, who I was, the person I was trying to be, and the person I have now become.
I chose to present my ideas in 3 dimensions, as when we travel through time and space, we are moving in 3 dimensions. The form created represents people and the system of paths they have taken. Like the sculpture, we are all held together at a base, however as we grow and journey through our lives, our cognitive perception is internal thus separating us from one another. This separation is also representative of my own separation from society at the time, through my abuse of drugs and alcohol I forgot how to connect with people, like the sculpture, we may cross paths, but never touch.
The text covering parts of the sculpture are stories that I have kept from that time, self destructive and heinous acts which I have committed. They are a point about the directionless life that I led, and the irresponsible acts which make up the emotional baggage that is my memory.
The fabric covering the bare pine is a statement about superficial lives led by myself and those around me. I was trying to mask, alter myself, to fit into a world which ultimately I didn’t belong to, the material is representational of the superficial lives and paths governed by materiality.
I chose to present my ideas in 3 dimensions, as when we travel through time and space, we are moving in 3 dimensions. The form created represents people and the system of paths they have taken. Like the sculpture, we are all held together at a base, however as we grow and journey through our lives, our cognitive perception is internal thus separating us from one another. This separation is also representative of my own separation from society at the time, through my abuse of drugs and alcohol I forgot how to connect with people, like the sculpture, we may cross paths, but never touch.
The text covering parts of the sculpture are stories that I have kept from that time, self destructive and heinous acts which I have committed. They are a point about the directionless life that I led, and the irresponsible acts which make up the emotional baggage that is my memory.
The fabric covering the bare pine is a statement about superficial lives led by myself and those around me. I was trying to mask, alter myself, to fit into a world which ultimately I didn’t belong to, the material is representational of the superficial lives and paths governed by materiality.
The map which I have hanging behind the piece is overlayed with memories about the life I led, the places I frequented and the self-destructive path which I took. I decided to fold up the map as small as I could and keep the creases, to make a point that the ‘map’, my memories, have been carried for some time, and will always be with me, a map of my old self.
Essentially this map is a journey through my past, and a reminder of where I have come from.
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