Waiting outside while Artist Gianna Tomasso finished up an interview with an American humanities group, I got to thinking about her piece. Traces Remain is a common project title in college. Subsequently I’ve seen a lot of attempts at visualising memory and memory loss, but none worked as well as Tomasso’s piece. The event is symbolised by a humidifier inside, the event is not tangible yet its presence and happening are apparent to us. This event is held within a small cabinet of a Victorian style. The event causes condensation on the glass, obscuring the event at the same time recording it in an unstable way. All this is held within another Victorian style display cabinet. Which preserves the event at the same time as distancing us from it. This piece (like Gremzde’s Small World) it nicely condenses the multiply views and discourses on memory.
“A work that attempts to re-asses our objectification of lose” artists’ statement
The classical aesthetic of the installation reminds us of our nostalgic and somehow over powering dependency on memory. The use of condensation and smoke would easily connect with loss and sadness, but I don’t believe its isolated to that. Memory is a story we tell ourselves, it’s an electrical current. A memory can never be the place, people and activity their based on. Only a mist of feelings a drop of condensed conversation.
giannatashatomasso.com
Michael Holly’s piece From The Remembering Game is beginning to freak me out.
“A work that attempts to re-asses our objectification of lose” artists’ statement
The classical aesthetic of the installation reminds us of our nostalgic and somehow over powering dependency on memory. The use of condensation and smoke would easily connect with loss and sadness, but I don’t believe its isolated to that. Memory is a story we tell ourselves, it’s an electrical current. A memory can never be the place, people and activity their based on. Only a mist of feelings a drop of condensed conversation.
giannatashatomasso.com
Michael Holly’s piece From The Remembering Game is beginning to freak me out.
Gianna Tomasso, Traces Remain