Single-channel video installation and sculpture
"So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
Death is a fact of life. The dread induced from “non-being” represents a fear that can neither be confronted, understood, nor holds any bearings in a physical sense, spawning an ultimate helplessness. As Memento Mori gravestones reminded the reader “what you are, I was; what I am, you will be”; death escapes no man.
Exhibited as part of The Disillusioned James Gilles, this work, part sculpture, part projection seeks to provide a platform to reflect on mortality. Even in the comfort of suburbia, death whirs continually beneath the membrane of life.
RealTime TV Review (from 1minute 30seconds)