Yesterday I invented several demons that turned out to be not so bad after all, to keep me from sitting still with this work, and today there’s nothing to do but listen. And I get the same feeling as standing on a cliff edge, my palms and tongue tinned, my stomach falling. I was getting a lesson while preparing the studio this morning, a lesson in focusing on the central light instead of any story that wasn’t there to begin with, like a sunspot.
I think wuh wuh what was the question, what was the inquiry, the work, where was the beginning? How does one enter it. what is it? one body with stations? And why is it walk through? It can’t just be for wow effect, the more artful but still useless version of decoration. What does it being walk-through give to the viewer participant? Immersion, to capture perception in personal physical space, to apprehend in a completely non-digital way, which is surely rarer and rarer. To show the ratio of seen to seer. Is it a space the viewer enters or a projecting body? What is the question it is asking? How do you know what you see? or what is seeing? what is seeing. WHAT IS SEEING? that is its question. And then with the Digital Transparency. The digital see-through-ancy. Not everything, ray charles reminds.
And so there is the question of how the work enters the architecture as a body, and then there is the other question of what it does, what it asks, the why of being what it is, what it can show about seeing. i feel the flora in my guts just got right for having one question to speak into, what is seeing. you are absolutely free.
I think right away now of the shape of rays invisible rays cosmic rays, I say, knowing it sounds crackpot even when nothing could be any realer. I think of these rays entering the installation space, re-scaling it, light-up rail twirler.
Uh the double helix as a view of the peaks of sine waves in a pattern of electromagnetic wave.
the work tells me, reminds me, that now it’s distinct pieces that move into rooms as discrete units. because enough with the weaving the room which takes at least a week, for a mobile installation. sending the light through these lenses, this piece is either a column or subject to reflection. i don’t have to know. i just have to start. on the present space, which is my own studio. see yourself through a curtain of lenses. but that’s just the entrance.
Magnetism – an experiment showing the invisible force we know is there.
Re-creating the pathway of the telescope and/or microscope – can be made walk through?
What is seeing, what is seeing,
Shadows with dimensionality,
Switchout of the lenses as the final station
crafting the baffle. I dream of aluminum I sculpt like soapstone, like porcelain, with my set of hungarian clay sculpting tools, the light… directionality, reflection, could the baffles be salted glass?
light seems to be the leftover energy let off when electrons of different (speeds?) collide. Which takes us directly to the chicken and the egg.
Can’t you see? machine asks me, can’t you?
what is seeing, I mumble from sleep.
Stretch/alter/make unexpected the shadow of the viewer
Reflection
Tipping the viewer out of sight
Refraction
Paths of the scopes
Book of threes don’t make me say it.
What is seeing. ? i keep reading…
Warming using magnification. Is there a place for it in this work?
What if it wasn’t prim at all, but really raw, i want it all to work as a system of balance that I don’t quite see. something precarious but non dangerous, all the splits of the rays are counterbalanced, but I don’t see how.
Even current z is coming back http://www.nas.nasa.gov/SC14/demos/demo4.html and http://www.nas.nasa.gov/SC14/assets/images/content/4_Sutherland_M_krf6_fig2_SC14_big.jpg
And http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap060814.html
Material interaction: Moire pattern
Eclipse and ghost images
real image… that’s the pringle, isn’t it, the saddle,
Empowerment, that’s what i want to talk about instead of philosophizing. Empowerment. What is seeing and then the answer is it depends on what our own eyes make of it, which is not even a small fraction of what might be made by any and all ways of seeing that human senses are not capable of, even with helping lenses and sensing machinery.
already, bunched up like thin cotton socks slouched in the arches of my feet. Always with the reflection. And this piece is coming through