Voids Technology is a collection of voids. Voids aching to be filled. We use technology to fill up the gaps in our knowledge, to fill up our needs of affection, for attention. We want it to fill up something and it is with us all the time. Technology has become a constant reminder of the voids that we never see but are always there. It’s stopping us in a certain way to completely be somewhere.
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One's uniqueness has never been easy to find. Or has it? Our body seems to have it very clear. It's always amazing to me finding so many different people in appearance yet all of them, of us, trying to fit. Hands have always marveled me for all the things they let us do, feel, touch. As many other things we take them for granted most of the time. This project is a reminder of our identity, it's already there. We don't have to look up who we are. Sometimes I feel we're trying to find our inner voice in others
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Layers
Can the reproduction of something be enough substitute of a lived experience? Can documentation satisfy the desire of belonging? These are questions that came to my mind while thinking about social media. We have to keep up with this social network charade but few are the times that we are what we let the others see. By doing this I tried to reflect some of my deepest inner fears, with layers. We put on layers everyday to only let others see what we want them to see. "I exceed" reads on the cover, while letting behind the real message. Documentation might satisfy one's social needs. We might be able to feel like we've been to the Eiffel Tower just by editing a photo, but we're only fooling ourselves. We know our inner layers.
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For this project I worked backwards. I've been wanting to make a cinemagraph for a while and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for doing it. My first idea was to film a girl standing still with her shadow moving but I changed it into a mirror. Mirrors reflect what we see or what we want to see? Reflections are not always reliable since our brain interprets everything but with ourselves it's always tougher, hence all the mental disorders such as anorexia or bulimia. We only see what we want to see; make-believe is not only for magicians. |
Time
The healer, the devourer, the thief, the destructor, the tester, probably our most valuable limited resource: time. Is it time or is it time's relativity what drives us crazy? Why do we spend half of our time wanting the clock hands to move slower and half of our time wanting them to speed up? A melting ice cube, in my appreciation, was the best way to look at time moving while we stand still and move behind.
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