Nowhere
Like a torch shone around a dark room, a beam of light illuminates the walls piece by piece; people, décor and objects emerging from the darkness, brilliantly lit for a moment, before disappearing again into the dark. The beam of light is a projection of the same room, the same décor, with the image projected onto the objects themselves, but the people revealed have moved, are doing different things, are absent. They look out of blinded windows, and enter through closed doors; as revealed by a circling camera sometime in the past. Sometimes the camera moves outdoors, and the viewer is surrounded by the fields and woods, each angle progressively revealed by the rotating projector. Like a torch shone around a dark room, a beam of light illuminates the walls piece by piece; people, décor and objects emerging from the darkness, brilliantly lit for a moment, before disappearing again into the dark. The beam of light is a projection of the same room, the same décor, with the image projected onto the objects themselves, but the people revealed have moved, are doing different things, are absent. They look out of blinded windows, and enter through closed doors; as revealed by a circling camera sometime in the past. Sometimes the camera moves outdoors, and the viewer is surrounded by the fields and woods, each angle progressively revealed by the rotating projector.
Directed by Julian Maynard Smith
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Collisions Festival, Central School of Speech and Drama and Chichester University (telematic link);
The Accidental Festival, The Roundhouse, London and the artist’s kitchen (telematic link)
