I don't know what it is, the desperation of wrapping the cheap tape around the mirror, it felt so weak, so wrong, but so strong at the same time. It felt makeshift, like it could be just enough to do the job once. the different sizes and shapes of the ripped up cardboard, there is a satisfaction in covering up the surface perfectly. There is a satisfaction in draping the bit of dust sheet that was threatening to fall off all these months from my table. There is a harmony and uniform in this convergence. I cannot explain the feeling I get when I assembled this thing and labeled it, what it is. MIRROR. MIRROR. MIRROR. except it's not. one corner of it is broken. there are tiny rose decorations I wrapped around in place of the missing pieces. there is now also CARDBOARD. and also TAPE. and DUST. and SHIPPING LABEL. shards of the mirror peek through. I cannot see myself anymore.
I felt like I could code these components into this assemblage. enter > CARDBOARD. or <div id= DUST>. Oh, there are so many ways to express and dissect it. I could create a video. with <sound effects>. collected or made (nature sounds.. future sounds..). here is a mind dump
cardboard - title marker - assemblage, paint on, rip or careful, writing, in conjunction with painting, tape, spray paint, not cardboard like, print on, fold, arrows, wood, resin, ink.. layers, bright underneath, monster, Ikea flowers.. imitation.. there’s something about inexpensive tape.. colour it.. three dimensional dialogue... cheap materials.. coloured paper, origami, use cardboard as you would wood, make something amazing, an assemblage.. colour! with crayons, colour pencil, inexpensive, expressive, writing.. gentle spray paint! colour pencil scribbles.. landscape.. nature.. sick of heavy wood panels.. light inexpensive card and cardboard and paper.. ‘makeshift’ make special.. assemble... like dream.. collage.. coloured dust sheets .. bubble wrap (can see through to bright or non bright object, like the transparent shrimp in blue planet trapped), can be in video form, me, with ‘sound effects’ made, collected, collaged. like cardboard recreate room like that artist in essay. reprinting the image of it on it, printing again and again. numbers, coding, printed, written, address, graphic, scribbled
there is a dialogue between wood and cardboard here. between the dust and the reflective quality of the mirror. between the printed logos and crude folds. there is dialogue between anything and everything. I do not know what it is saying but they must be directed to. we are eavesdropping on their pointed conversation. I want to know more. I want to create more. I want to <make> more <conversation>.
I simply have to carry on. I will be experimenting when I start my masters course. I want to combine many different medias. drawing, painting, printing, crafting, making.. I am excited for the first time in months and months. perhaps it is because I was 'forced' to 'pack' at the end of my tenancy, perhaps it's because I received bad news about my mother's health, perhaps I felt this surge of the desperation to create because I suddenly have a real need for it more than ever.
