Elegy For Tanot: The Siren’s Call
Activation (no. 5)
Use Headphones (tw: loud noises)
Site-responsive activation wherein the artist enters the museum, performs a summoning, approaches her wall-mounted poem of ten artworks, vocalizes at each artwork through the entirety of her resonant potential and range, closes the summoning, and departs.
Neither surface nor material remaines untouched by vibration.
The woman is a force. Her voice, a penetrative reckoning.
(seven activations total)
Homage to midrash of Rivkah Lubitch, titled Tanot, Jephthah’s Daughter.
Use Headphones (tw: loud noises)
Site-responsive activation wherein the artist enters the museum, performs a summoning, approaches her wall-mounted poem of ten artworks, vocalizes at each artwork through the entirety of her resonant potential and range, closes the summoning, and departs.
Neither surface nor material remaines untouched by vibration.
The woman is a force. Her voice, a penetrative reckoning.
(seven activations total)
Homage to midrash of Rivkah Lubitch, titled Tanot, Jephthah’s Daughter.
Poem of Ten Artworks
1. polished fragment 2. cotton bow bound to wood by linen 3. watercolor on paper 4. found gift bag of debris, corroded metal fragments 5. oil on canvas 6. torn plastics, metal shard, folded leaf 7. two photos of a young girl, plastic frame, wood and laminate coaster, flower 8. polyester batting and plastic snowflake 10. foam and debris.
(read right-to-left)
Testimonial
-Mimi Winick, Ph.D.
It was loud.
The howls punctuated the space. Each howl, each cry, long, vibrating, yet somehow also staccato, as Erin moved from object to object, cry to cry.
In the wake of the cries the space changed. The air was thick with vibrations. I was aware of how big the space was, how full it was. After the howls, I and others went over the wall stood gazing. What in these objects solicited those sounds? Had they been changed by the sounds too? Yes. They looked different, more meaningful. The space around had changed too. I looked up to the ceiling and saw rods sticking out. They were connected now with the wrapped rods and twigs on nails against the wall, leaning, resting, charged with vibrations. Was it hurt? Was it pain? Was it joy? Was it escape?
-Mimi Winick, Ph.D.
It was loud.
The howls punctuated the space. Each howl, each cry, long, vibrating, yet somehow also staccato, as Erin moved from object to object, cry to cry.
In the wake of the cries the space changed. The air was thick with vibrations. I was aware of how big the space was, how full it was. After the howls, I and others went over the wall stood gazing. What in these objects solicited those sounds? Had they been changed by the sounds too? Yes. They looked different, more meaningful. The space around had changed too. I looked up to the ceiling and saw rods sticking out. They were connected now with the wrapped rods and twigs on nails against the wall, leaning, resting, charged with vibrations. Was it hurt? Was it pain? Was it joy? Was it escape?
It was loud. It was full. It was wild. It was so controlled: ten howls, one for each shape. Mostly rectangles, a square, a triangle, a trapezoid. Sharp edges, ragged howls. Yet each ragged edge I knew was intentional; each was the product of discipline, training, art, technieque.
People hung around, looking, exploring. A girl wearing a bunny-ears headband and earbuds. Two families. Everyone connected by the vibrating air, the lines, the edges, the rods, the threads.
People hung around, looking, exploring. A girl wearing a bunny-ears headband and earbuds. Two families. Everyone connected by the vibrating air, the lines, the edges, the rods, the threads.
Two Amulets for Flight (Jinan & Barcelona)
Two amulets for flight, one active, the other inactive.
Active: metal fragment bound in gifted linen, polyester, and cotton.
Inactive: shopping bag once filled, taped, knotted, smuggled, and emptied.
The Raven. The Dove.
One sculpture placed upon another.
Metal bound by silk, cotton, and polyester atop
ribbon along distressed plastics and paper.
Homage to Midrash of Tamar Biala, titled A Raven and a Dove.
One sculpture placed upon another.
Metal bound by silk, cotton, and polyester atop
ribbon along distressed plastics and paper.
Homage to Midrash of Tamar Biala, titled A Raven and a Dove.
Curated by Taylor Jasper
Exhibited at ICAVCU
Images courtesy Garrett Carroll, Oliver Mukherjee, and David Hale
Audio courtesy of Stephen Vitiello