Cloud consists of dozens of phrases cut from copper sheets and suspended from black ropes and elastic thread. The illegible mass hovers overhead, a cloud-like shape defined by the black supports. The suspended words and untidy ropes hint at nagging thoughts or psychic garbage.
Cloud, along with Hi It's Me, present language as physical and immaterial; as a messy failure; as nagging psychic garbage; and as the dialogue between lovers—banal as daily logistics, essential for our most meaningful utterances. If relationships are grounded in communication—and language's flaws and fragility—we must take vigilant care of our words and their subtexts: in other words, reading beyond the legible.
Cloud and Hi It's Me are extensions of an ongoing project around ultimate meaning and quotidian reality. How do we make meaning in our lives, when so much of our daily activity consists of meaningless tasks of survival? How do we mean, when language is inadequate and communication relative?
- Cloud (installation view), 2006, copper, rope, elastic, monofilament, 7 x 6 feet / 2.1 x 1.8 m
- Cloud #3, 2006, collagraphic monoprint, 22 x 30 inches / 56 x 76 cm
- Cloud #4, 2006, collagraphic monoprint, 22 x 30 inches / 56 x 76 cm
- Cloud #1, 2006, collagraphic monoprint, 22 x 30 inches / 56 x 76 cm
- Cloud #2, 2006, collagraphic monoprint, 30 x 22 inches / 76 x 56 cm