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Installation Corner- Activating the Made Space

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Installation Corner

For this piece our team built a functional environment to enjoy. Made of different fabrics, yarn, comforter, pillows, and Tony’s leather art supplie box. We hung, wove, and manipulated the fabrics by enclosing the space with a yarn ceiling, and draping fabric “walls”. We really wanted to incorporate the use of light and reflecting light and our idea progressed to the final piece. We used the mirrors and light fixtures t fulfill our idea for the light and used warm lighting instead of bright cold white/blue light to make it more dreamy and relaxing. We covered the floor with a neutral comforter and plenty of pillows and a couple stuffies to make it an even cozier space to interact with. To further complete the space, we all spent around 35 mins enjoying our comfort creation.

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1. What piece didn't you like or hated?

2.What piece relates to your current practice?

3. What piece would you buy, and how much would you pay for it?

4. What piece would you like to move from its placement in the museum?

5.What piece would you incorporate into the collection?

1. I disliked the piece that looked like a Picasso but wasnt. The only real reason it being that it looked like an attempted Picasso instead of inspired original piece.

2. I think in a way all of them but realistically none of them? This is because I dont have any dedicated focus at the moment to any particular theme or medium. I enjoy and am familiar to painting. I have an interest and a bit of experience in textiles. I have started working more in the 3D (thanks to this course lol). Sometimes I feel a lot and my art corresponds to that and sometimes I create things for the shallow sake of creating something.

3. I would’ve bought the textile piece with images of fruit, women, and the decapitate heads of men through history. I would’ve paid at least $20,000 as a museum piece, and maybe $5,000 if not an established piece. The Dog photo would’ve been a pick with a pay of a few thousand dollars as a museum piece, $1000 not established, and that would be because of how happy it makes me, its so funny.

4. The paint of a Chinese building. Where it was placed made it feel more like a decorative poster than an art piece in a gallery.

5. Two pieces from class that I would add to the collection would be Tony’s Gordy spaghetti and Container for My Memories framed video piece. I would also add the Installation Corner made of yarn that can be walked through made by Estefi, Kaitlyn, and Reina.

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ICA Visit

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Performance Group

Title Undecided Amonsgt Group

Our group did a performance piece where we lovingly invited class participants and ourselves to write down what matters most to us and to place in the lockers "ballot" style box. Once everyone placed their "important things" in the box, with straight faces (more Evelyn and Tony because I think Stefi and I may have started laughing, I definitely did) Tony removed the cardboard pieces to reveal a trash bag. Tony then took the trash bag outside, into the pouring rain, and discarded the bag with everyone's written contents.At this point I was completely laughing. Despite my illogical feelings of superstition, I wrote down: "My Family, What I do, and My Art." When we discussed over this idea it seemed like we all had our own similar but differing interpretations of it. In essence this act was to display the different ways that what matters to us is considered trash, unknowingly thrown away, or just plain gone. Whether its something that doesnt matter anymore like it used to, a post of something lovingly created, or something or someone tangible and cared for and about, there's a point where it's forgotten, discarded, hated on, or just lost. Where there was something there was also nothing. Does this mean it never mattered? Does it still exist? Is it still valid?

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Pasando Tiempo con mi Papá

For my last performance piece, I decided to hang out with my dad. My dad passed away when i was 12 or 13 when my family were on our first trip back in Colombia after a decade. Next to me on the right side of the video is my Dad, his ashes in a wooden box with picutes of him during racing events, childhood version of my brother and i, and my mom next to his racecar fully dressed in a race driving suit and a helmet in her hands. I placed my Dad's favorite snack on his box, a meringue, and have a lit candle next to us on a nightstand. My grandmother was catholic and always lit a candle for spiritual reasons having to do with death or prayer, im not sure why but I always really liked it. Im in bed reading a book about the history of colors with my pets, just genuinely enjoying my time, coxy in bed with some of my family. My dad isnt able to participate in my life in the simplest of ways but at least we can do this somehow and just spend time together somehow. He was a really funny guy so a part of me thinks/hopes he would find this as funny as I do too. I was planning on doing something similar in class, his box and favorite snack, just lazing about enjoying a book with him and finding the wholesome morbidity of it all funny. Theres even a bowl of seafood soup next to me that wouldve made my dad sick, but not so much anymore for obvious reasons. Im happy I got to do this at home in the comfort of my environment with my lovely pets. It all felt very complete for me.

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Pasando tiempo con mi Papá

For my final performance project, I decided to incorporate my father into my piece. My Dad died when I was 12 or 13 when my mom and brother were out of the country for our first trip back to Colombia in a decade. The box on the right side of the video next to me is filled his ashes and adorned with pictures of him. Baby pictures of him with my brother in mariachi hats, one of little baby me in a cow costume, my mom with his racecar all decked out in racing gear holding a helmet. And one of him seemingly being awarded something for a car race he participated in. On top of his box, I placed his favorite treat, a meringue, which I also enjoyed. And on the small bed table next to us is my sketchbook and a bowl of seafood soup that would've made my Dad sick, not so much now. I remember mostly laughing with my Dad and the joking jabs he would make lovingly at our expense, so I'd like to think he would find some of this funny himself. Im enjoying the book "The secret lives of color" with the family pets in my bed, and just having a wonderful relaxing time with everyone involved. My Dad isnt and hasnt been able to participate in my life the way my mom has been able to. And in this way, he sort of can. I remember my catholic grandmother lighting candles whenever it was about something spiritual events like deaths or prayers, Im not too sure exactly why. But I always appreciated it and associated it with being mindful of something that isnt very attainable in a physical way, but more spiritually comforting. This is why there is a small candle lit on my nightstand near by. I planned to do something similar in class as well: me hanging out casually with my Dad and sharing a treat with him. Im happy I was able to do it at home l, all cozy in bed with my pets, my niece (his granddaughter that he never got to meet) playing roblox in the next room, and a nice meal and book.

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Rachel Whiteread's House (1993)

In 1993 Artist Rachel Whiteread publicly exhibited a concrete replica of a destroyed house. The house was condemed and its space, along with other nearing homes, turned into a green space for nearby residents.

This artwork is all around tense. Made of concrete, this "House" was an unlivable carbon copy of a condemed home that the original owner fought hard,and lost in trying to keep. A park would be made for the remaining residents but the original home owners were traded for a park. And instead of assistance to keep their homes, the local government hired and paid an artist to recreate one of the unfit homes taken from the original residents. Housed nearby, but with no effort to keep the original residents in their home. People were traded for a park that wasnt actually intended for them and artwork that may have been a concrete memory of a destroyed home that once occupied the space, but that also mocks the individuals whose homes were deemed unfit and unlivable themselves. Suddenly with the art piece the neighborhood was important and the house had some value once it was truly unlivable and made into a sculpture. It didnt have value when the original owner lived in the home before it became a memory. Not a resident, but living nearby, Rachel Whiteread became worthy of attention for a home that wasnt hers, in a neighborhood she had no real relation to. I can only imagine the terrible feeling that comes when you see the home you fought hard to keep, torn down and recreated for someones inhabitble project funded by the government.

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Container for My Memories

Staged on a street

I worked with what first came to mind when I heard the title theme, which was how the mind works with memories and how they pop into mind and the mind's essential function as a "container". There are connections, synapses, and the jump of thoughts and breadcrumb trail or domino effect remembering. Theres moments where complete memories are clear, opaque, or sometimes closed off in the different compartments of the mind. Draping the fabric was important to me because I generally enjoy a nicely draped linen, and the yarn was purposely curated in stringing, weave, color, and wrapping. Im realizing as I continue to work with these themes that Im more concious about various memories. The memories are inspired as I continue to create a work with materials I already own and am happy to use. My lifelong appreciation for blanket forts, draped linens, and my grandmother's crocheted goods make up who I am and what Ive created so far. I chose to stage it on the street because I believe the exapnse space and black road "framed" the piece well. I also felt like the colors of the neighborhood and sky worked dynamically with the work.

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Details 2

Box for My Memories

Wood, nails, wood glue, existing fabrics, coinbelts, and yarn.

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Details

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Installation progress

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Osito video

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Osito

Cardboard, spray paint, wood dust, wood glue, and acrylic paint

After adding texture and color to my piece, the cardboard began to lose its shape, and a letter "O" had fallen. The entire piece became unstable, especially the bear. Once presented, the bear was unable to stand on its own and fairly fragile. By the time I had it in a second location for pictures, I had to puncture the bear and pierce him to the cardboard "book" so it could stand and handle the wind. Every gentle breeze potentially jeopardized the staging of "Osito."

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Osito

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Lee Pivnik and Jeanne Jaffee

2 living contemporary 3D artists