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I Am Also Part of the Three Turns traces the effects of a destructive earthquake in Bucharest and a concurrent flood it caused in a small town in Buzau, during a period of aggressive nationalistic urbanization in Communist Romania. Weaving between the allegorical and the archival, the film sketches a causal series of personal and political congruences throughout a patchwork of intertwined landscapes. Relying on oral and fragmentary archival histories, ‘I Am Also Part of the Three Turns’ teases out a temporally irresolute past that defies the linear cause-and-effect of both environmental disaster and authoritarian political repression.
Commissioned by Rupert Residency Centre, Not an Hour presents architectural form itself as a sensory organism, responding to the environment through cracks, hums, and reverberation. Vibrations transferred through steel plates tune the structure to both dissonant and harmonic resonances, in turn drawing subtle movement to the work’s fabric membrane. Not An Hour nods to both real and imagined political and architectural histories in specificity of the Baltic states’ post-Soviet context, tracing the legacy of structures which endure beyond past regimes to be recontextualized in contemporary political struggles.
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Integrating cast-glass sculptures, found objects, architectural scaffolding and multi-channeled sound, An Ant In The Mouth of a Furnace culminates into an experiential meditation on the phenomenological concerns of image-making. The site-specific installation was accompanied by a 4-channel sound work, arranged and scored with a film composer, culminating in a sensorial expression of a temporary architecture, at once reverent as a cathedral and provisional as a film set.
The right hand, bigger than the head, and swerving away easily as though to protect what it advertises. He one day set himself to take his own portrait looking at himself for that purpose In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers. He accordingly caused a ball of wood to be made By a turner, and having divided it in half and Brought it to the size of the mirror, he set himself with great art to copy all that he saw in the glass.
Poem excerpt from: ‘Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror’ by John Ashbery
Treads laid by large tractors mark the initial gesture that Here It Is Saturday follows behind at close range. Beyond the aggregate quarry in Southern Ontario, Canada, the two-channel film traces the transportation of sand to its use in the studio as both a casting agent and a sculptural material in its own right, meditating on the unfettered circulation of images and materials trapped within the circulatory logic of extractionism.
Inside, a rectangular block of sunlight takes shape. The rectangle shrinks in width and climbs down the wall as the sun climbs higher on its daily course Soon, the sun breaks the stillness of noon and moves west A reflection of the parked car across the street streaks across the kitchen The kind of light that transmits–in its lack–the very shape of things This is the light of midnight and noon