A Room: Ghost of Technologies Past 2024 / by Natasha Ramos
Materials: Mixed-media installation featuring electronic devices, performance and sound
Dimensions: 20’ x 18’
My installation showcases a chronological timeline of the advancement of technology and electronic devices. From a record player to early iPhones, laptops, game systems, and more, all highlighting the evolution of design and function in technology.
At the center of the installation is an extension cord, laid out from newest to oldest device, symbolizing the continuous link between past innovations and present advancements. The devices are arranged to emphasize their transformation over time, showing the impact of technological progress. Moving through the space, I embody the spirit of technology’s past, Cyndi Lauper’s "Time After Time" plays in the background, reinforcing the theme of temporal connection. This installation invites the audience to reflect on the ongoing journey of technological progress and its profound effects on our lives, as well as the enduring influence of the past in our present.
Did you know it’s legal in the USA for mattress companies to put fiberglass in their mattresses? They don’t even have to label them! So if you wanna commission me so I can buy a new bed I won’t stop you
i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text
i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text
I see your "Laios is trans" but that dude is THE most apathetically agender person on the planet. Laios does not have time for gender. Laios does not even HAVE a gender identity, he removed it to make room for more Monster Facts.
Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
The space being an inner sanctum for our clandestine thoughts.
This summer I came upon a frayed, black album filled with postcards gathered on a trip across the US. It was heart wrenching because I had learned just before my mother passed that she took this trip with girlfriends to sooth her broken heart. A beau she was engaged to got another girl pregnant and married her. I knew nothing of this occurrence until just before her death. And I didn’t know the album existed until this summer, after going through yet another box of papers.
All having to do with this beau was never mentioned to me. My mother did tell my daughter about, “The love of her life,” one month before she passed. And one week after she died a small bowed, balding man showed up at my parent’s house hoping to tell my mom that, “He did her wrong.”
A lifetime of love that was not shared, in a closed off space deep within themselves.
Materials: Nicole’s Metal structure, tarp, photo of the couple, 1948 postcards, letters and mementos