The work Digging up was created as part of the _SOON project in the space of the Starak Family Foundation. It is a site- and time-specific installation consisting of a seven-meter-long fabric that is cut to resemble a garden pergola or lattice, on which hang paintings, leaves and flowers cut out of the fabric, and garlands made of chicken bones. Woven into the fabric pergola are shoots of ivy, which grows beneath the panel on which the installation is mounted. The piece is inspired by the winter gardens inside the Foundation’s building, as well as the time it was presented - around the Day of the Dead and Halloween.
In the fall, we dig in our garden. There are bones of previous generations that have shrunk like a sweater in the wash. We make them into exquisite necklaces for trees and flowers. Earthworms envy them. With their crawling motion, they try to get away with something. Then, inconsolable, they retreat into the depths, into the layers of the Jurassic.
Their slimy creeping inside the earth’s crust causes barely perceptible tectonic tremors that shyly move tree branches. Poorly attached leaves fall to the ground. We rake them, count them, and sort them into reusable and non-reusable categories. Attach the former to the branches at equal distances with pins. The latter we stuff onto long sticks and roast over a tire fire.
The work Digging up was created as part of the _SOON project in the space of the Starak Family Foundation. It is a site- and time-specific installation consisting of a seven-meter-long fabric that is cut to resemble a garden pergola or lattice, on which hang paintings, leaves and flowers cut out of the fabric, and garlands made of chicken bones. Woven into the fabric pergola are shoots of ivy, which grows beneath the panel on which the installation is mounted. The piece is inspired by the winter gardens inside the Foundation’s building, as well as the time it was presented - around the Day of the Dead and Halloween.
In the fall, we dig in our garden. There are bones of previous generations that have shrunk like a sweater in the wash. We make them into exquisite necklaces for trees and flowers. Earthworms envy them. With their crawling motion, they try to get away with something. Then, inconsolable, they retreat into the depths, into the layers of the Jurassic.
Their slimy creeping inside the earth’s crust causes barely perceptible tectonic tremors that shyly move tree branches. Poorly attached leaves fall to the ground. We rake them, count them, and sort them into reusable and non-reusable categories. Attach the former to the branches at equal distances with pins. The latter we stuff onto long sticks and roast over a tire fire.
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