tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71575261061353145072024-03-12T19:03:04.894-07:00.... Yiorgos Zafiriou .... Interior Foil LandscapeThis blog site document the performance . Interior Foil Landscape undertaken at Bundanon, Nowra, Australia in October 2008Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-85227164163778432802008-11-16T01:13:00.000-08:002008-11-16T11:57:40.406-08:00INTERIOR FOIL LANDSCAPE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeJZprVyC3w8ThX6NTO_7C4Untx_CaqIwEIQN1m3Ih_iZ1a-3ojN6Bu-l5oDbLxUp5GE1UKdgLMOwqzleG6FLTt9b4XfllbccSSW3DulChuzJtrWvzdERKPCq_JPHoKoSC1iWRDeapYLK/s1600-h/IFL+Photo+Credit+-+Tracie+Miller.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeJZprVyC3w8ThX6NTO_7C4Untx_CaqIwEIQN1m3Ih_iZ1a-3ojN6Bu-l5oDbLxUp5GE1UKdgLMOwqzleG6FLTt9b4XfllbccSSW3DulChuzJtrWvzdERKPCq_JPHoKoSC1iWRDeapYLK/s400/IFL+Photo+Credit+-+Tracie+Miller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269182052631029106" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Photo: Tracie Miller</span></span></span><div><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">17 October – 22 October 2008<br />Bundanon, Nowra, Australia </span></span></span><br /><br />This website documents the performance <span style="font-weight:bold;">Interior Foil Landscape</span>, its practical approaches and the subsequent written reflections of the 5 day endurance performance undertaken at Bundanon, Australia.<br /><br />In this performance work I undertook new research that bring a series of parameters together to uncover new ways of making art and seeking acute somatic observation.<br /><br />For 5 days I inhabited a residential studio devoid of all light and abstaining from food. I had 3km of aluminium foil, which allowed a structural means to make further artistic responses. The resulting space was an installation containing the residue of the 5 day endurance work. The installation was documented visually using 35mm and digital photography.</div><div><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">NB: Mouse click OLDER POSTS at the bottom of this page to see remaining entries</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">All photos © Yiorgos Zafiriou unless noted under image.</span></span></div>Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-33322017479949687502008-11-16T01:07:00.000-08:002008-11-16T02:20:05.522-08:003 PARAMETERS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRRvAGT5W4Pmyy8qP_hxMG2ZfCvo1S1Kh40un2jEbL-XRudV2iSZLEjue90lGYy1jQag4YxLjilhrk9LiFcjYkihWJa-J1_fEO3aW_i2cHNbjX5s3tIQHPpAOEyLRzgNwecifjdj6sbxh/s1600-h/IFL+Photo+by+Tracie+Miller.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRRvAGT5W4Pmyy8qP_hxMG2ZfCvo1S1Kh40un2jEbL-XRudV2iSZLEjue90lGYy1jQag4YxLjilhrk9LiFcjYkihWJa-J1_fEO3aW_i2cHNbjX5s3tIQHPpAOEyLRzgNwecifjdj6sbxh/s400/IFL+Photo+by+Tracie+Miller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269196346820704178" /></a><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Photo: Tracie Miller</span></span></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">DARKNESS</span></span></span></span><br />The performance was undertaken in complete darkness. No light reached my retinas for 5 days. In the 3 days before the performance began; 10 windows, 1 fireplace, front and rear doors of the space, known as the musicians cottage, were covered with up to 5 layers of industrial plastic coated foil. The space was absolutely light tight. The globe was removed from the refrigerator, where I stored cool water and some peppermint teas I had pre-prepared.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">ABSTINENCE FROM FOOD</span></span></span></span></span><br />The intention to work in the dark and with aluminium foil was outlined in my initial proposal in 2007. To abstain from food was an additional parameter driven as much by curiosity to discover what effect this may possibly have in terms of art production, as it was by other artists who have used “fasting” in their performance practice; Marina Abramovic, Chris Burden and Rudolf Schwarzkogler. I don’t understand why we call them fasts, because everything became very slow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">ALUMINIUM FOIL</span></span></span></span></span><br />There is an integrity to foil that allows for its malleability as a sculptural material. Unlike other materials, it could tear easily, be given structural form and I could attach it to fixtures and furnishings without any mess or damage. Rarely working with metal, after the performance I came to better understand the way the aluminium resonates as a material. When compacted it has a solid metallic mass in defiance to the usual flimsy qualities we attribute to it during food handling.<br /><br />In the weeks leading up to the performance I sought to purchase the 3km of foil from a wholesale supplier. In the course of my inquiries the brand manager of GLAD foil generously supplied the aluminium foil for the performance at no charge.</div>Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-748707511300627762008-11-16T01:06:00.000-08:002008-11-16T04:00:58.578-08:00PREPARE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPpTBXNDzgvWLdf3i6E7ahX3VhyphenhyphenKlNTyTAKeyYI19CnM99KSJo_HdPz8TSZTssvqt3MLILVFZWjX-MvSMpPZykWp6hCVdXUyG6N6LRVmqmH1lqzuj1LxDWvB9aHQZJK0QOUWgW2uDepx6/s1600-h/IFL+Pony.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPpTBXNDzgvWLdf3i6E7ahX3VhyphenhyphenKlNTyTAKeyYI19CnM99KSJo_HdPz8TSZTssvqt3MLILVFZWjX-MvSMpPZykWp6hCVdXUyG6N6LRVmqmH1lqzuj1LxDWvB9aHQZJK0QOUWgW2uDepx6/s400/IFL+Pony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269208987888782210" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">PREPARATION</span><br />I consulted with herbalist, Sophia Anastasiadis from Herbal Farmacy in Marrickville, Sydney. I wanted to ensure I was in a prepared state to undertake the performance and what I could expect during and after the 5 days. For the 6 days before the performance began, I eliminated sugar, caffeine, meat, dairy & my nicotine intake. I was put on a course of herbs to clear out my digestive system. I also reduced my intake of food to only include soft raw fruits and clear vegetable broths. The lead up process of observing my intake also better acquainted me with my digestive system and hunger.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">SAFETY</span><br />I spent the first three days moving any excess furniture out of the space I was going to inhabit. These were the Kitchen/living/dining area, the bathroom and bedroom. There are two other bedrooms I was not going to use. I set aside a handful of clean clothes. I was nervous of blackouts, because with no light there was going to be no point of reference. I planned move very slowly in the dark. Tracie Miller, who is responsible for the artists in residence made a roster for staff to check on me over the 5 days. I had devised a system where I would gaffer tape a note to the back door after dark, or I would play the piano.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">EXPECTATIONS</span><br />I approached the performance attempting to not think too much about what I was going to make. I had one request from my friend Della who requested a pony. (pictured) I was intrigued to see how the parameters of the performance would direct and dictate what would happen in material terms, both to my body and working with aluminium foil.<br /><br />I never considered the performance to be the work. I was planning to make sound recordings and use photography to generate the art. The foil went to recycling. It was as if the performance was going to be the site of the work, but the photography was the art. Not until after the performance did I come to understand what a significant work Interior Foil Landscape became.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-46303043590544612392008-11-16T00:36:00.001-08:002008-11-16T02:24:58.084-08:00OBJECTS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRSpXtRzS9otVK8xNeaIjFfEtUYqtNQP58_ev2Z6je_wW9hlTIJAntI-mBgh7vvLm1lI1l-s_I3dhRX8i74JIbV1_qTRGB0jPc_mkE_zw_K6Bvz3GwSNbbNWexB769bLvxU4O4_70YvrS/s1600-h/IFL+Curios.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRSpXtRzS9otVK8xNeaIjFfEtUYqtNQP58_ev2Z6je_wW9hlTIJAntI-mBgh7vvLm1lI1l-s_I3dhRX8i74JIbV1_qTRGB0jPc_mkE_zw_K6Bvz3GwSNbbNWexB769bLvxU4O4_70YvrS/s400/IFL+Curios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269180484821383538" /></a>- Lizard<br />- Orange<br />- Mango<br />- Kookaburra<br />- Banana<br />- Pineapple<br />- Baby Kookaburra<br />- Vegemite Sandwich<br />- Toyota Corolla<br />- Wombat<br />- Pony<br />- Snake<br />- Space Helmet<br /><br />Not Pictured<br />Gold Club and Golf ball<br />Golfing Trophy<br />Piano Centrepiece<br />Chain<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Most of the remaining foil was used to loosely to wrap various parts of the furniture such as table legs. I also compacted the foil into some parts of the kitchen and room corners throughout the space.</div>Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-78934721715381970702008-11-16T00:27:00.000-08:002008-11-26T16:03:12.317-08:00UNDER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbasuYVHjbLDj5gt9eocumDB6uhe-veTmK2-GZAF40uVN4CSOTm0tcSuwZYbjJNWDegBfw9qw1H68DZ57YH1g6U5ak6u9JgOXNAhF5TnK-tSFMaQeCsYqr0GL4RdhWLRlqmCGiVzZTmxP1/s1600-h/IFL+Vegimite+sandwich.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbasuYVHjbLDj5gt9eocumDB6uhe-veTmK2-GZAF40uVN4CSOTm0tcSuwZYbjJNWDegBfw9qw1H68DZ57YH1g6U5ak6u9JgOXNAhF5TnK-tSFMaQeCsYqr0GL4RdhWLRlqmCGiVzZTmxP1/s400/IFL+Vegimite+sandwich.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269170755044787106" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">HUNGER</span><br /></span>Feelings of hunger came and went. It was the first time in 37 years I had not sought to satisfy my hunger. It was an exercise in discipline and introspective somatic observation. The first three days were the most difficult; by day four and five the hunger pangs had become less noticeable. During the five days I made a vegemite sandwich (pictured) and pieces of tropical fruit out of the foil. I spent what felt like a great deal of time thinking about food. What would I eat when I finally concluded the performance and in what order I would consume what little food I had stored in the house. I planned a menu (and cooked it in my head) for the other artists in residence.<br />The first thing I ate was a banana and some honey I licked off the tip of a teaspoon. It tasted wonderful. I ate soft gentle food for the following three days until my digestive system was reactivated to its pre-fast pace. My first full meal was a dinner of bangers and mash, with peas and gravy on Friday 24 October.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><br /></span></span><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">FLUIDS</span></span></div><div>I drank fluids when thirsty, only water and some pre prepared nettle and peppermint teas (600ml/day) I kept in the refrigerator. I only drank the nettle tea for the first 2 days, after which it became indigestible. The peppermint tea was a pleasant treat to look forward to each day. I also had a salt rich liquid (600ml/day) for the last 2 days.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">BATHING</span></span><br />I avoided bathing daily. It was not necessary as I was not expending large amounts of energy or felt I needed to. On day 3 I bathed by washing myself gently with a wet face cloth at the bathroom vanity basin. On day 5 I filled the bathtub with a few centimetres of warm water and had a gentle bath.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">YOGA</span></span><br />I did yoga each day, only kneeling, sitting and lying asanas.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; ">WRITING</span><br /></div><div>I would write in a sketchbook each day, I kept it by a leg of the coffee table. I would turn the corner when I filled a page and book mark it using a ball point pen.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtn1LPZJWi3P_stY_ZjCmnwn17eZha95-i1FPcaYY4qFGS-pF5RdRm8yO15vcOI5E8hmUm-NrWBowE0-dV-_pge-CYlrrXuj1K2wXAbnCk8An-qer1SqIWZnUFPe1dXgOb8u8taye6BeOY/s320/IFL+Writing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269337570583385426" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; ">MUSIC</span><br /></div><div>The space at Bundanon I inhabited is the musicians’ cottage. There was a beautiful Yamaha baby grand piano I would play. I had never played the keyboard before. Through repetition and slowly becoming accustomed with the functions of the foot pedals, I created a 10 minute piano piece I gave as a recital to the other artists in residence on 27 October 2008 (in the dark).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">REST</span></span><br />Early on the first day, I had the most energy, which began to wane by the evening. On day 2 my energy level fell dramatically. I spent much time resting. My thoughts were my constant companion. On days 3 & 4 I didn’t have the energy to make anything, so I didn’t, thinking that its ok ‘I might make something tomorrow’.</div></div>Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-37644832277733070652008-11-16T00:02:00.001-08:002008-11-16T03:03:36.384-08:00LISTENING<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9O5VsiDAf93I0fp_HocBbn4FZmWMjWCM22Xv_fBTpAPlXZNfP47s6-F5sqhM43YOeqY_CQb8A31d_7ezeH58_oCFUKeB1ZX3x0t5YkQ5xVCXkKaJVs2qt-BlksNSsLx0cCSKN6lXUTau/s1600-h/IFL+Billow+Window.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9O5VsiDAf93I0fp_HocBbn4FZmWMjWCM22Xv_fBTpAPlXZNfP47s6-F5sqhM43YOeqY_CQb8A31d_7ezeH58_oCFUKeB1ZX3x0t5YkQ5xVCXkKaJVs2qt-BlksNSsLx0cCSKN6lXUTau/s400/IFL+Billow+Window.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269168758955642306" /></a>I did not talk for 5 days. I was in a state of constant observation of my body. What I felt? What I heard? Was I thirsty? Did I feel the temperature change? I came to appreciate that my hearing was acute! I could estimate and isolate sounds that were inside and outside the cottage. Just Like our eyes can focus on a particular point I was taking in multiple sound all of which were perceivable simultaneously. I could shift my focus from one to the other with the remaining becoming part of a peripheral aural mix. <br /><br />The industrial foil I used on the windows billowed as the wind wrapped itself around the house. The house was breathing, in and out and around. I considered a harmonisation of the exterior and interior spaces. It was the bird life that captivated me. I made 2 Kookaburras.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-6977492931825351532008-11-16T00:01:00.001-08:002008-11-16T12:05:16.620-08:00HALLUCINATIONSI had hallucinations. The lack of visual stimulus put my vision in a state where I was constantly seeing what I thought were doorways. I walked carefully toward them but they turned out to be a wall or the piano.<br /><br />On a few occasions I would be lying down and I could see some colossal visions above me. These sights seemed oblivious to my presence. I recount seeing a Saturn like planet rotating slowly. It was not very vivid but rather muted tones of dark oranges and shades of black. On a few occasions it was like I was in a science fiction film looking at the side of a space ship in three dimensions. The most spectacular was an enormous pair of what I called train tunnels, these were set into a smooth clean concrete slab that continued endlessly into eternity. From each then emerged two enormous shafts of darkness. The tunnels were a few hundred metres high.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-4733893002037316272008-11-15T23:33:00.000-08:002008-11-16T03:06:20.949-08:00FEAR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ2_0zAR3iU7FhDJHnUxgzCdieJqchOu4Q8lM8pr11Ub84dQLcnsoaKtKbobpXypBeEnGblZTEPCkZjBXVVZzDKvXl0aBYDHTePBXXxVmGXS_w_tDMqH_Ji8BeCiMmgzj5PCUY2kWqXtU/s1600-h/IFL+Snake.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkJ2_0zAR3iU7FhDJHnUxgzCdieJqchOu4Q8lM8pr11Ub84dQLcnsoaKtKbobpXypBeEnGblZTEPCkZjBXVVZzDKvXl0aBYDHTePBXXxVmGXS_w_tDMqH_Ji8BeCiMmgzj5PCUY2kWqXtU/s200/IFL+Snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269156958650355618" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">DARK</span></span><br />I once had a fear of the dark. Cured! But it was when I switched on the lights I realised some of my fear returned, not because darkness is frightening, but because it becomes frightening when there is tension between darkness and light.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">SNAKES</span></span><br />As I was preparing the space, I could see some house mice and rats were going to keep me company. My only real fear was where there are rodents there are snakes.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-87569780647497422722008-11-15T22:46:00.001-08:002008-11-16T03:36:24.986-08:00PHOTOGRAPHY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmieopUIxPKfdD3IVd6HR6C_sY0cFRZUOwW5_EOY39oDJ1w4f6-qrmZHQz2jLHrXxoX6xlcMXkD58yGnPJYNo2PtTVs-g34V7rPLmNwXfcAolKv2yEsnqHl9I6C0n_f3eOw6TGhz09IJFR/s1600-h/IFL+Interior+Scene+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmieopUIxPKfdD3IVd6HR6C_sY0cFRZUOwW5_EOY39oDJ1w4f6-qrmZHQz2jLHrXxoX6xlcMXkD58yGnPJYNo2PtTVs-g34V7rPLmNwXfcAolKv2yEsnqHl9I6C0n_f3eOw6TGhz09IJFR/s400/IFL+Interior+Scene+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269217682643044578" /></a>The images and documentation on this web site act as residue of the action. Most were taken before and after the performance. Only 4 images were made during the five days. I had practiced using the self-timer on my Olympus digital camera. After the conclusion of the performance I lived in the installation for a number of days and re-configured the items I made and took more photographs. Shooting on 35mm did not give me the instant feedback that digital photography has. The results were varied. I used some experimental flash techniques and exposure settings. Tracie Miller from Bundanon also took some photos that appear on this site. My intention is to bring the images together into a book.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-74235265679151946822008-11-15T22:28:00.001-08:002008-11-16T11:16:30.863-08:00AUDIENCE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmx_04JbXnstIIcuA8qhyFcorXzL42cJCv8RR3t44nQE8X8fAJVaSwH1Dc10LiE-XVgtGAGsrFZcB9QIF-O2QyXBpHkRX0G-oBUkEgKNMO4DXAP6PFXMfhTCpjoCtfCCeBUYBMG-nR2qb/s1600-h/IFL+Punk%27d+Corolla.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmx_04JbXnstIIcuA8qhyFcorXzL42cJCv8RR3t44nQE8X8fAJVaSwH1Dc10LiE-XVgtGAGsrFZcB9QIF-O2QyXBpHkRX0G-oBUkEgKNMO4DXAP6PFXMfhTCpjoCtfCCeBUYBMG-nR2qb/s200/IFL+Punk%27d+Corolla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138659371542226" /></a>The performance was always intended as an unannounced undertaking. It was only after its conclusion with some subsequent discussions with the artists in residence and staff at Bundanon I came to know the performance was being experienced and discussed in the 5 days I was in the cottage even though I was not “performing” and not directly before an audience. I later said jokingly to one artist that I had actually been in Bali.<br /><br />A few days after the conclusion of the performance the other artists in residence made a midnight house call and punk’d my car. I was inside the house when I heard aluminium foil rustling. My initial thoughts were that the wombats were playing with the foil.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-38896362749256287212008-11-15T22:26:00.000-08:002008-11-16T03:38:29.340-08:00SWITCHING ON THE LIGHT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBghDT6gltbLqUmu9RaN5qYamGlnhByerpN6wnoTaE11G7BZ56GwyQl2uMYN7CvocktrjM1b4U1HHAVUuyOYVgo24Ggm6H4ohhQ87YlwQXfS72lpJmiH2yMQLeP1YT-ZgQu3bpW91MqS_l/s1600-h/IFL+Piano+Centrepiece.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBghDT6gltbLqUmu9RaN5qYamGlnhByerpN6wnoTaE11G7BZ56GwyQl2uMYN7CvocktrjM1b4U1HHAVUuyOYVgo24Ggm6H4ohhQ87YlwQXfS72lpJmiH2yMQLeP1YT-ZgQu3bpW91MqS_l/s400/IFL+Piano+Centrepiece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269218315233571986" /></a><br />During the performance I considered how I would introduce light. When I awoke on the sixth day. I slowly sat up and got my bearings. I pulled the bedroom door ajar and flicked on the light switch as I left the room. I closed my eyes until I was far enough away for me to feel that the light would not to affect my eyes. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light and I felt a state of relief mixed with delight as I saw the curious objects for the first time and contemplated my banana.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-63513213777153761072008-11-15T21:21:00.001-08:002008-11-16T03:00:01.249-08:00PERFORMANCE NOTES MADE AT BUNDANON<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">PRE PERFORMANCE NOTES MADE AT BUNDANON</span></span><br /><br />Im interested in my body as an animal. Im looking forward to what is going to happen to my body . ive made a series of nettle teas and peppermint teas as well as some salts to replenish . I feel very nourished even though I have eaten little in the last few days . ive been slowing down my digestive system . im not undertaking this experience as a spiritual journey . however I think that biology can dictate the spiritual . nature can guide what is considered spiritual . in a way im going to face my own fears . to no longer fear the dark . im going to make a pony and some fruit . and a slab to lay upon . im not going to wrap everything<br /><br />i love driving the dirt road the total removal from the city life.<br /><br />bundanon is a beautiful property . it captures the rugged nature of the australian bush as well as its rural pastoralist past.<br /><br />Im planning to make some beautiful images and eventually design a book . I may write while im under too . Under . under what . under where .<br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">BODY</span><br />Ive been a on a staple diet over the last few days . eating mostly fruit and decoction . the licorish root and fennel is sweet . I enjoy it with a little honey . ive not had any caffeine or smoked or sugar or dairy<br /><br />Saturday<br />Decoction 3 times a day . normal diet . Fruit<br /><br />Began Ascension Twice a day<br /><br />Sunday<br />Decoction . Fruit<br /><br />Monday<br />Pinapple . Fruit and Veg only . Pineapple<br /><br />Tuesday<br />PawPaw . Decoction . 1 cup Brown Rice . Tofu . Parsley . Raw Grated Carrot<br /><br />Wednesday<br />Decoction . ½ cup brown Rice . Tofu . Parsley . Fruit . PawPaw<br /><br />Thurs<br />Potassium broth . Fruit . Tea . Little Boiled Veg from Broth . Decoction . Apple . Banana<br /><br />Friday<br />1 pear (no skin) . PawPaw . Decoction . Final Bowel Evacuation . Begin fast 9am . Lights Out<br /><br />ASCENSION = Bach Flower remedy<br /><br />DECOCTION = Herbs combined to clear the digestive system. Ingredients: Rhubarb Root, Burdock, Licorice Root, Fennel seed, Slippery Elm Powder, Ginger root, Hawthorn Berries. Boiled together into a thick soupy mixture.<br /><br />I don’t even feel Hungry. The work is more than just research into my biology. It begins to have me consider what will happen when I create in that time . I plan to make a pony. A bowl of fruit . some animals ? and to listen to the outside environment ? to harmonise what is outside within.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">POST PERFORMANCE NOTES MADE AT BUNDANON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> </span><br /><br />Friday 24 October 5.12pm<br /><br />I emerged from the darkness two days ago. It has been a slow and sometimes awkward return to light and the intake of food. My body is still becoming reacquainted with both even after a short time without either. My thoughts are quite mixed about the entire experience. So much and so little occurred. It was days on end on living in my head with only my thoughts to keep me company. I feel I did not make as much as I would have liked. I was overly attentive to my body. Driven by what I felt at any one time. I rested when I felt like it . pissed when I had to . lay down when I felt like it and slept when I needed to. I spent much time trying to sleep when I thought I needed to but lay there for hours staring into the darkness watching what my mind created. I saw colossal scenes of enormity I dwelt in awe until I could no longer bare it. I’d close my eyes but the visions would remain. Only when id turn my entire body averting my gaze from the fantastic hallucinations would they return to simple blackness. The scenery was reminiscent of a science fiction epic. My position was from underneath. Never did I feel I was viewing from above. I was floating in a subterranean world watching the strange planetary craft hover and rotate above me.<br /><br />I was very careful to move myself around the space. Not to move too fast. If I was to black out there was only blackness to start so how would I know? I had to bathe carefully and chase away minor light leaks with gaffer tape or a quick fold of the foil that encased the windows and doors again.<br /><br />I made some small creatures. I had no idea of what I was going to make. Except I was sure that work was recyclable. My friend Della asked or a pony the moment she heard I was granted the residency in 2007. I was glad to have something from which to begin. Vicki Shukuroglou told me at the artists’ drinks at the Riversdale property that I would be making food especially since I was not going to eat. A pony and food were ideas I took inside the house with me.<br /><br />I just saw a cow eat and shit at the same time. I wonder if we did that once along our evolutionary journey to our present day complexity?<br /><br />Artists bring material: paint, canvas, wire etc. In most cases a performance artists brings their body. It becomes the material medium with which work is made.<br /><br />Interior Foil landscape is presented as research.<br /><br />I had many private thoughts.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7157526106135314507.post-49981135762902535672008-11-15T21:20:00.001-08:002008-11-16T11:36:06.769-08:00ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dnYkwuVI9RjxjDjn42bEMVXI_lBwJkh7ZFHLzLjEsPKwJCsYNbarpz_zN19wll7M4dNRVYzb2TRWZy-7scc6ak4p1ZvrFQd87gBB5t-kFTRGsfHlmtQS1yCWFVO0JxLRpHxkc9DYN7te/s1600-h/IFL+FIN.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dnYkwuVI9RjxjDjn42bEMVXI_lBwJkh7ZFHLzLjEsPKwJCsYNbarpz_zN19wll7M4dNRVYzb2TRWZy-7scc6ak4p1ZvrFQd87gBB5t-kFTRGsfHlmtQS1yCWFVO0JxLRpHxkc9DYN7te/s200/IFL+FIN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269221618061081394" /></a>I wish to thank the Bundanon Trust for its support in the undertaking of Interior Foil Landscape. Tracie Miller and Terese Casu who arranged a roster of staff to check that I was ok each day. Thank you to Sophia Anastasiadis from Herbal Farmacy for her sound advice and care in preparing me for my fast. Thanks to Belinda Borg, brand manager of GLAD foil who assisted generously by supplying me with the 3km of Aluminium Foil I requested at no charge.<br /><br />Finally. A big thanks to my family and friends who always take time to be involved in my practice and support my sometimes unusual endeavours.Y.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652321734955073067noreply@blogger.com