An interview with a man named Coach.
An interview with a woman named Nermin, an RA and student at Alfred University.
This project included a group of people, reading a text at the same time. As they said the text aloud, the meaning seems to change. I found this telegram by someone on Tumblr, they said it was the best thrift store purchase they ever made.
The message, which seems to be one of vengeance, of warning, establishing a stance of power and one demanding the proper respect.
As it is read by a group of young men in a university cafeteria, the meaning turns sarcastic, that with the flat tone coming from their mouths, these people could not possibly mean what they are saying. A message demanding respect and reverence gets none of it.
This says something about peer circles and environment. Originally, the telegram was meant to be read alone, by one person. When the setting is changed to a group of men in a cafeteria during dinner, each other’s reactions and the fact that they are being recorded changes their thought process while reading aloud and how others will react to them.
Getting deeper into the execution of my ideas on the line, I felt more like doing things to the line as if it were a living thing I was working with.
Here I am crocheting with the line. This is a quiet, focused idea. It is easy on the surface of the lin and doesn’t disturb anything around me.
And here’s for accidental selfies in the cold…
The type of force I’m demonstrating here is Applied Force
An applied force is a force that is applied to an object by a person or another object.
By screaming at the line, the hot air and sound I’m pushing out of my body is the applied force on the space around me, and that poor flower.
This was one of my favorite parts to do in this project, There aren’t lot of opportunities to scream into the sunset.
When I thought of the things I could do to show “gentle” and “destructive force, I wanted to bring it out of only caressing/hitting things, into the force that words have and emotional force.
To be emotionally destructive to the line, I told the leaves I hated them, crushed the ego of a tree, and took the babble out of the brook.
As I walked across the line and observed the aspects of it closely, it seemed to have more of a personality that I would have expected, It’s growing and making sounds, being interacted with, and now getting beat up, by me.