The installation plays with the vibration and frequencies of colour and light. Sunlight is exploited in the outdoor setting to produce shifting reflections and projections of colour which change as they meet and cross over at different points in the day. Despite the apparent calm nature of the installation, with its spectrum of pleasing colours, there is chaos at work, as waves and particles of coloured light bounce around the piece. The ongoing battle between calm and chaos consistently attempts to re-establish the equilibria. Visitors walking amongst the elements interact by looking at reflections or playing with colour projected on the ground; their curiosity questions whether they are viewing light or paint. In doing so they connect to the system, by interrupting flow they join in the dispersal and scattering of light.
Orange tarpaulin, transparent tarpaulins, Super8 projector, LED lights, glass airfryer bowls, 2 pond misters, glass gu dishes
There is a type of system implied by the discarded ventilation units. It produces and reflects visual noise – vibrations and frequencies produced by colour and light. The “noise” bounces between the glass elements which produce them. The steel elements form a system which includes acoustic attenuation, a type of dampening, but the glass, and the reflective nature of the metal, distorts and deflects, disallowing the absorption of the “sound”. An imagined event plays out in a cycle of production and nullification.
glass precariously suspended between a stretchy bungee cord above and a bouncy balloon below
audio video disco from Lorraine Snape on Vimeo.
Lured by romantic notions, I took a roll of paper into the sea and out again onto the shore, reconnecting with nature physically through a performance of sorts which simultaneously produced a work on paper en plein air, thus resulting in an absurdity that is at one and the same time capable of being both beautiful and ridiculous in itself and which in turn is mimicked in the film.
Carefully balanced between the marking of time and the risk of collapse or breakage, a pendulum hovers millimeters from the floor. Reminiscent of a spindle in form, it brings to mind the idiom spinning a yarn, used to express the telling of a long imaginative story – or lie.
Completely lost or deeply confused, out of sight of land; as a nation surrounded by water, we are unironically “at sea”; our country has perhaps lost its anchor. A discombobulated nation; adrift in a dangerous or uncertain position. And whilst all around are playing, an insignificant boat, all at sea, sinks unnoticed.
it is lockdown, and my neighbours crave attention, so lets have a disco in the kitchen. lighting courtesy of the police.
Basking in the dancing sunlight that filtered into my flat during UK lockdown 2020
story telling performance, performed on MS teams
Reflecting through family portraits, the constraints and confines of UK Lockdown during the Covid-19 Corona Virus Pandemic
The magnet becomes a lens of touch. Attraction, resistance, force and weight; feeling the environment through the pull of a magnet on metal or the weight of an object on a string. One can reflect on the items collected as archaeological finds and muse upon what it says of our culture anthropologically.
I use mirrors as lenses to reflect and distort. It is possible to confuse and disrupt the expected view at the same time as honing in on small sections or colours and representing them to an audience through documentation.
the sounds and experiences of zoom or similar
Feeling the resistance of the water. Listening to the water as it moves. There is a reconnection to nature and an embracing of touch. Droplets resonate, a strange order in the chaos. Splashing feels anarchic.
From a series of art walks created during the UK Government imposed lockdown 2020 and the prescribed one hour of daily exercise outside. A path is scraped through the debris and a mound of blossom created at the end.
Found paintings, left by dogs, on designer bollards at multi billion pound development in London
a series of non starter, micro installations that fail to get going and fall short of intention. thus mirroring the feeling of apathy felt during the covid 19 pandemic
a motorcycle cover appears to breathe as it inflates and deflates in the wind. filmed during the uk lockdown.
a series of micro installations featuring the epochal mask
polystyrene beads spin and dance beneath a fan in this micro installation
a slow walk along a short path, but nonetheless impactful for it
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