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What are you exploring babe? You name it, I am exploring it!

In partnership with @maiaroseprebble

This work is a construct that unwraps over time and includes itself within the environment, questioning how material transcends a space sculpturally and what happens when art moves beyond the artist/s and environment takes over.

Lastly does any of this matter if no one sees it?

Including ‘other’ into this work shapes itself into some form of partnership or negotiation. A collision of knowing and fear to create the unknown over a period of time. To be continued...

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http://christojeanneclaude.net/mobile/projects?p=show-cases-show-windows-and-store-fronts

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http://christojeanneclaude.net/projects/show-cases-show-windows-and-store-fronts

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Time

homebound, isolated from the outside world, Netflix is our window for the last 48hrs, a mix between repeats of Dr seuss and docos, in and out of sleep, hot and cold, flannels, bedhead, hugs like fire. In between, sneaky reading, Indian dinner delivery, bloody noses. A home of dominate males, all sick, all needing, time. Engrossed by Chromaphobia by David Batchelor, how to write about contemporary art and Time edited by amelia Groom, I try to look at these dormant days as a crossroad between life and my practice.

Bridging gaps between past and present to make sense of a potential future.

A piece from Giorgio Agamben, what is the contemporary? //2009. Time. Edited by Amelia Groom. Documents of contemporary art...

"I believe that we are all consumed by the fever of history and we should at least realise it" Nietzche

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Wet Paint

I was leaving Uni in a terrible mood and was walking behind a stunning young woman who was walking with a young man and I heard her explaining an experience or situation to someone and she said “I know I’m Maori, but leave me alone”

 inspired by this message, I began to question, have we as Maori had enough of whatever we have had enough of?  Is this a question all cultures ask themselves, “I know I’m ________________ but leave me alone.

I started seeing this visually as a time slot.  We evolve with time, our belief systems our identity, our personality changes with time, over time and by who we spend our time with.

Initial concept

what happens when you add colour to the language and object?

What happens when you combine language with colour without the object

what happens when you replace language with only colour?

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Notes from Essay: 

Batchelor, David. (2000). Chromophobia, Ch4: Hanunoo, pp. 72-95. London, UK: Reakton.

To attend to colour, then, is, in part, to attend to the limits of language.  it is to try to imagine, often through the medium of language, what a world without language might be like.

In a world dominated by the power of language, we often underestimate the significance of showing.  

To fall into colour is to run out of words.

Are their equal and opposite stories in which exposure to colour robs a life of it’s language, stories in which a sudden flood of colour renders a speaker speechless?

My reflection after reading this essay

“Take language out and it becomes a visual unspoken memory a light, a possibility”

He must wear the coat as a yellowish-green sign of his exclusion and failures

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Research for next project.

As an Artist making artwork, am I making it for the private sector or the community.  

Is Art in an institute a commodity / Product / Consumable?

Who is the target audience?  What am I saying?

Colour as a language?

Blue - Conservative - Privatisation / Ownership

Red - Communism / Collective 

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In hindsight

After many debriefs, discussions and internalizing there are a few things I would have done differently.  

Direct the actor more, limit the amount of freedom and improv or give the do’s and the dont’s.  Huge lessons learnt.

Now the deep stuff.

Tonight I was not proud of myself for my thoughts and the noise that came out of my mouth.  By placing a ‘white middle aged man’ in a place that was originally made for me as a Maori to question how one would view my work now I think was wrong.  What started as wanting to talk about my mother not going to school, the lack of education within a whanau to the next generation wanting to heal that gap and break that cycle turned into a racist act or questioning of authority based on culture.  It was like lamb to the slaughter.  It made me feel like shit.

I could try to find excuses and listen to the positive feedback as I do acknowledge that after talking to my fellow performer that one may see him as a white privileged man where education is a given but he himself did not have it easy and what education he did have didn’t prepare him for this world.  It was a humble reminder that we all have our own struggles.  Moving forward I want to wipe the slate clean and be more conscious of what I am making and make sure the story is right.