The Lost Shore

multi-media installation

This is a cyclopean cave of dreams for one (Odysseus, a.k.a. Nemo, a.k.a. Person a.k.a. Deep Black) who is lost in the darkness and cold depth of space. Calling out from the void for a life remembered, a lover left behind. These are His signals "Where have you gone?" he intones, "I am not the one who left" She replies, Her transmissions from the heart ‘all I ever wanted was your love.’ But can he hear? ‘Somewhere between the heart and the mind some thing went wrong.’ These installations are a combination of many ideas that I have worked with over the years: space, shamanism, magic, Egyptian death rites and Nuclear War. Odysseus is in his cave, rites of death for the Earth, Nuclear War has shaken the Universe, the Shaman probes the silence of space between the stars for signs of life, signs of Her, signs of his love which has been lost, attempting to return Her or perhaps it is to return Himself from the land of the dead, the ‘Lost Shore’.

 

• The entire space is made black
• Black mirrored floor
• The walls are covered in Cesura video with audio coming from the raft
• Centered in the space is a raft built from scrap atop a large mirror
• His & Her personal items spilling out from two suit cases (His, green; Hers, Blue)
• Multiple project briefcases
• Love Letter in a red velvet lined black box
• Astronomy charts, equations, and Drake Equation installation on standing Plexiglas pannels
• Pulsar Map with hand prints, a large pink letter H, 5 years worth of days marked out
• Monitor with video of Person (Odysseus) alone on the raft floating in space on the raft
• Deep Black Incantation (with audio low) from a monitor on the raft
• Black monolith set in space away from the raft emitting SETI transmissions softly fill the space from the raft
• Binary transmission video loop projected onto the installation
• Wall grafiti ‘All I ever wanted was your love’ & Hand-prints
• Light sources casting moving shadows from the raft

I Remember...

a. The day begins.   b. It's you.   a. I begin again.

">   Deep Black Incantation #18: Cesura 2011, 6:13, mono audio       Deep Black Incantation 1999-2014, 33:00, 2-channel installation loop, stereo audio

'Death is Old. The oldest thing that I can remember. I watched over her body for a week. A stick and a fire. First a Lion (came for Her) Then Vultures ringing the sky. So in a pit my hands buried Her. With a bed of flowers, And veil of stones.'

 

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