An einem Holzmodel einer Kirche hängt ein aufklappbares Pamphlet mit losen Worten, möglichen Titeln und Beschreibungen eines Gefühlszustands in seinen Innenseiten. Durch das Cover bis zu dem Rücken frisst sich eine Zeichnung durch, die an ein Gehirn aber auch an Gesichter erinnern mag. Dieses Pamphlet galt als Begleitung zu der Performance „I Cried A Smile.
Beschreibung (en)
Hanging from a wooden model of a church is a fold-out pamphlet with loose words, possible titles and descriptions of an emotional state on its inside pages. A drawing, reminiscent of a brain but also of faces, eats its way through the cover to the spine. This pamphlet was intended to accompany the performance “I Cried A Smile.
An einem Holzmodel einer Kirche hängt ein aufklappbares Pamphlet mit losen Worten, möglichen Titeln und Beschreibungen eines Gefühlszustands in seinen Innenseiten. Durch das Cover bis zu dem Rücken frisst sich eine Zeichnung durch, die an ein Gehirn aber auch an Gesichter erinnern mag. Dieses Pamphlet galt als Begleitung zu der Performance „I Cried A Smile.
Medien-Beschreibung (en)
Hanging from a wooden model of a church is a fold-out pamphlet with loose words, possible titles and descriptions of an emotional state on its inside pages. A drawing, reminiscent of a brain but also of faces, eats its way through the cover to the spine. This pamphlet was intended to accompany the performance “I Cried A Smile.
An einem Holzmodel einer Kirche hängt ein aufklappbares Pamphlet mit losen Worten, möglichen Titeln und Beschreibungen eines Gefühlszustands in seinen Innenseiten. Durch das Cover bis zu dem Rücken frisst sich eine Zeichnung durch, die an ein Gehirn aber auch an Gesichter erinnern mag. Dieses Pamphlet galt als Begleitung zu der Performance „I Cried A Smile.
Beschreibung (en)
Hanging from a wooden model of a church is a fold-out pamphlet with loose words, possible titles and descriptions of an emotional state on its inside pages. A drawing, reminiscent of a brain but also of faces, eats its way through the cover to the spine. This pamphlet was intended to accompany the performance “I Cried A Smile.
An einem Holzmodel einer Kirche hängt ein aufklappbares Pamphlet mit losen Worten, möglichen Titeln und Beschreibungen eines Gefühlszustands in seinen Innenseiten. Durch das Cover bis zu dem Rücken frisst sich eine Zeichnung durch, die an ein Gehirn aber auch an Gesichter erinnern mag. Dieses Pamphlet galt als Begleitung zu der Performance „I Cried A Smile.
Medien-Beschreibung (en)
Hanging from a wooden model of a church is a fold-out pamphlet with loose words, possible titles and descriptions of an emotional state on its inside pages. A drawing, reminiscent of a brain but also of faces, eats its way through the cover to the spine. This pamphlet was intended to accompany the performance “I Cried A Smile.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.