Then painted the shapes left over from the roller a lighter shade of grey...
And some in darker shades...
I spent about a month locked up in this room by myself. I was listening to Timber Timbre's "Creep On Creepin On"on repeat, and I reread Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" during the course of its construction, the combination of which reinforced some of the creepier overtones to do with solitude, dread, obsession, madness, etc. I sat with just the walls painted for a little while, not really knowing where to go from that point. I tried making a web out of duct tape, just to bring the physicality of the space out from the walls, but it didn't really work--the duct tape didn't really transcend itself; it was too legible as duct tape.
So, I decided to build out of the walls with chicken wire and layer over that with a bunch of greyscale photo backdrop paper I had lying around from the paper pieces. I incorporated the duct tape as an adhesive, and continued the shapes from the walls with enamel paint.
I obscured the given light sources of the window and the overhead light so that light had to be filtered through the growths.
It kind of became like a manifestation of the interior space of my mind while I was working on it. The grey was oppressive and the formations were increasingly alien and almost hallucinatory. It was like an interior landscape.
I took so many photos, at different times of day, with the lights on and off. Here are some:
I also recorded video while I de-installed (which I showed during a crit along with the remains of one of the larger paper formations, and pastel prints I made off of the walls). Here's some of that:
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