"The city may be nothing more than a labyrinth of interconnected relationships. We measure our place in the city by the patterns of attachment to those objects and people ensuring our position, ever shifting in a grid of longing. " This is just a prototype, oh and turn up the sound.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Corpse from Jacquie
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Love the lateral response.
First the sound of what I interpreted to be cicadas on a hot summer Sydney day made me cross a hemisphere and ocean in a heartbeat. I had a moment of 'double exposure' sitting at my desk in NYC looking out to the crush of buildings and the emergence of spring and simultaneously feeling the end of a heady summer day, salt in the air, frangipanis, low rise of thunder clouds from the south west.
It gave me cause to consider the spaces we carry.
Then the text. Love the thought of defining city by absence and loss and the serendipitous cross of lives in both cities. It spoke more accurately of those places than an image of the thing itself could.
The inclusion of images , I know these are on the posters themselves but as they scroll up they read more as an answer to the stories formed by the text.
you should keep going with this
that was wonderful. sad. incredibly poignant. i love the sound of the cicadas - it makes me think of a space where there is no sound (so very un-nyc) so that you can actually hear nature. it also makes me think of home - we get a lot of cicadas in ardmore, pa. and the text scrolling. i love it eva.
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