Brittany & Cara: Week 7

Brittany and Cara’s Update

Brittany is busy with a show in San Francisco. I’m hoping she will have some photos of it for us next week.
 
First off - acknowledgement of the elephant on the Internet. 

Many rifts in the U.S. have been laid bare with great certainty this week. It has been a challenge to push this aside long enough to create anything new. Please be safe yourself, and with others.
 
Brittany and I agreed that I should try to render some concept sketches of each different angle for what we’re thinking about making. 

Art: Cara Gibson (Note the lovely neon-pink glow from my shirt is unlikely to be included in the final piece.)

​I’ve included the time stamp for each of the views as we imagine this piece will appear quite differently over the hour (?) that it takes the insects to make their way toward the light source at the end (View 6). From view 6 the insects will draw out for their function; decomposition in this case depicted by a friendly apple core, final actual function TBD. Some channels will be blocked entirely and others will be blocked at various points along their length allowing for some nice tonal variation (possibly) in the final view. Cameras will record the views from sides 1, 5, and 6.
 
We talked about mementos from the recordings of the live piece. Small multiples seem appealing and I found these historical examples to share.

Horse In Motion, Muybridge (1886)

Persons With Gainful Occupations and Attending School, Walker (1874)

That same yellow keeps coming up for me, but I also love the aging ivory here, how your eye is halted by the grey momentarily, and then drawn to the black. 

​‘Accessible,’ ‘sparing,’ and ‘calculated’ all come to mind.
 
I’m not sure our piece as outlined really conveys the critical importance of insects as decomposers at a gut level. Although, I also suspect that if it did, it might not be particularly welcome. What is required for us to not take silence for granted?
 
Summer Haiku for Frank and Marian Scott
By Leonard Cohen 
 
Silence
 
and a deeper silence
 
when the crickets
 
hesitate