This experimental piece combines abstract footage with poetic reflections on memory and story. Based on the theme ‘There is Always Another Once Upon A Time’.
Abstract organic footage is developed through painting onto cinefilm which is then projected and distorted through bending mirrors and digitally filmed. Editing through Modul8 VJ software and Adobe After Effects.
The work conjures up ‘Rorschach’ like images where the viewer may interpret either the image or the text or let each influence the other. Text is used in various ways and towards the end just the images remain. There is no sound.
Adaptations can be made to the footage – taking out the text overlay – slowing speed etc
The text is taken from the script which can be viewed on my page Projection Mapping @ Dronfield Hall Barn https://johnsutcliffeart.wordpress.com/projection-mapping/
The final discourse was written in collaboration with Nathalie Allen a student in my GCSE art class.
There’s a point where we think we have come to an end. Then we need a new beginning. I think recognising this is part of the process. So I’m running some workshops again at Dronfield Hall Barn – April to June.
‘The thickness of shadows’ is the title of a group of pieces I exhibited, and an artist’s talk I presented at the International Conference “Twice Upon A Time: Magic , Alchemy and the Transubstantiation of the Senses.” at Birmingham Institute of Art … Continue reading →
The medium traverses the machine. It skitters and jumps appearing to flow at the limit of our senses and we become aware that this is something with which we are familiar. It is truth and falsity presented in a groundless fashion. The sound and flicker should be bringing forth hazy images of our childhood. Yet there is nothing here – only the sensation of colour streams and viscosities. Slice – image – slice – image. Machine and material fight for supremacy. The machine always wins. Techne.
Dripping and sliding
Intensities forming on the screen of our brain
Drawing paths and lattices on its fractal grounds
Cartographic snapshots of some unknown landscape
I suck pleasure form the surface,
Then from some region deep within another layer rises,
Almost touching the sexual,
I snag and pull,
tear and rip,
Cutting and slicing threads and loosening tissues.