25 Binoculars

Its a really boring task wrapping 25 awkward shapes in paper. Really boring. And its taken up a sizeable part of my week. Because it’s so boring. The best days in art school are the ones where you’re literally running between departments, fuelled by instant cappuccino and barely stopping to realise its got to 7pm. This week has had no such shine. Theres been a lot of dull important things to do. Like dissertation meetings and picking up/dropping off work at various places. Its caused a bit of a stall, but hopefully Monday I’ll be back with a buzz.

So yeah, I wrapped the binoculars and I really don’t want to look at them for a couple days. Hooray for the weekend. People keep asking “oh, so what does this mean?”. Perhaps I’m just a bit distracted this week because my explanations have been sounding a bit lacklustre and I’ve been getting irritated with the question in general. Its just my random thoughts… but in 3D and stuck on a wall.

I’ll try a more formal answer?

My work is about memory, nostalgia and obsessive sentimentality. This piece again is about the assignment of emotion to an object and about the dilution of the objects original value or purpose. Its the memory attached to the object that is important, the thing itself could really be anything. Hence why I’ve covered objects up here and multiplied them, to kind of highlight this loss of significance in the object itself and the importance of personal attachment. I’ve taken away the aesthetic and the purpose, you can’t use them if they’re wrapped up. Get me?

Anyone else think sometimes things are nice without an explanation?


4 thoughts on “25 Binoculars

  1. Somehow stumbled across your WordPress, not quite sure how. Anyways, I think your art is pretty fucking awesome, and your dissertation proposal is an interesting concept. I’m not an art student myself but I can appreciate certain perspectives. Keep up the good work 😀 I’m sure you’ll do grand!!

  2. Hi Rachael
    got to this through facebook
    love your site
    your Dad told me [with some hiden pride] about your metal work and compliments received about your work when he was carrying it out of the building after your show. So I was prepared to be impressed.
    I really got what you were saying here
    I have a bit of a collection of “junk” which when I pop my clogs will be understandably binned as rubbish of no value.
    I have three rocks, each one holds different memories which come back like an old video when I look at them.
    An old miner’s lamp than belonged to a relative brings back all those visits to him
    A wooden box from India that I received as a gift from a hotel I stayed in and brought a team of 12 people to, brings back the people there, the meals, the job we done, the villages we went through and even the kids that lived near the job and parroted me saying HIYA as they bobbed up and down playing jacuzzi in the flooded drainage ditch at the side of the road.
    If you’re ever pondering whether to buy something when you’re out for the day or on a trip somewhere just get it because as my mum told me a long time ago you might never get another chance and these are the things that memories are made of. I think they are like little memory boxes, they lay around gathering dust but when you “open the memory box” by looking at them and thinking about them then a whole load of stuff comes flying out.
    Love your stuff, keep it up x

    • Only just saw this comment!
      Whats my Dad like?! Ha, think he just wishes I was painting rather than all this crazy installation stuff.
      Thank you for your comment, was nice to read about the ‘junk’. Funny how one little remnant can bring back a whole experience in memory, right?

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