Notes on a project.
A multi-channel semi-narrative installation about a romantic relationship breaking up due to external forces. The couple still love each other, but are being torn apart. The piece will capture the final decision to split and the anguish of giving up the love of your life. The images will be abstract and impressionistic, coupled with music, audio and dialogue, conveying the emotion of the tragedy without explaining the literal details.
The images will be projected on semi-translucent muslin. The viewer can move around and through the spaces, creating multiple layers in varying combinations. Many of the images will intentionally be blurred and effected, like a dream. Some lights and colors will be bounced off mirrors and through moving water, creating a hazy memory-scape. The voices in the audio will be muffled, distant, hushed behind music and sound effects. But at crucial moments, the image will flash into focus, or key bits of dialogue (in shouts and whispers) will pierce the noise.
A heartbreaking love song in three-dimensional images.
LOGISTICS
I have a studio space at the Brooklyn Army Terminal.
But I am also exploring a friend's apartment, which is new and mostly empty. There, I would also include installation objects evoking a recently departed apartment, such as empty cardboard boxes and packing materials, cleaning supplies, random left-behind personal effects.
I have projectors and screen materials.
I’m securing performers now to play the main role(s).
I will film the material myself with my own Sony a7s ii and Zoom recorder.
INSTALLATION
Projections on two muslin screens.
The audience can move between them.
Or, projections in an empty apartment -- in closets, on half-closed doors, within the detritus.
Sound from multiple speakers, surrounding the space.
Whispers
The emotion of a relationship falling apart.
Projection through water, off a mirror, other reflections and moving objects...
TEXT
Yes, I love you. I do. But I can't be with you anymore. I can't do this anymore.
No. No. No. This is the last time.
I'll come to you. Wherever you go. Please.
There's no time.
Wait.
You always say that. But it's not true. It's just not true.
IMAGES
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A woman on the subway looks up from her book as the doors close and the train pulls away.
A man in a window in silhouette.
A woman disappears into a cloud of steam rising from the street.
A woman and a man hold hands as the sun sets, but she pulls away in anger.
A man slams a door. Darkness descends.
A woman cries by candlelight.
A man and woman laugh in a library / museum / art gallery. [somewhere with good lights]
A man and woman embrace under a street light.
A man runs through [Times Square]
A man and woman lie in bed, the sunlight streaming through the window in a shaft.
A woman packs a suitcase (angrily)
A man tries to stop her.
A woman lights papers on fire in the dark
A man throws papers off a rooftop.
A man sitting alone in an apartment, mostly empty but for some cardboard boxes, packing supplies and a broom.
MUSICAL INSPIRATIONS
The Books - Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again
Glenn Branca
Liars
Boxhead Ensemble - Ebb’s Foley
Traams - A House on Fire
ROUGH SAMPLE
INSTALLATION VIEW
Room will be empty, with mattress on floor, abandoned suitcase, un-used cardboard boxes, packing supplies, a half-empty bottle of vodka...
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