ooh, I love how these work - a simple reframing becomes something deeply uncanny. The return of the repressed. You're also animating furniture in a way that kids do it (well, at least I did...).
Yes, so I am Efi! I'm always looking for borders, edges in my work, where one becomes another. Or the point of collision, intersection, which of course is where the uncanny resides. Thanks for the reminder. And thanks for your comments, both.
I loved writing horror stories as a kid - my favourite was called 'Funeral of a Wardrobe'. I had an ancient (antique) wardrobe that I saw as a sort of coffin. So I wrote a story about its death and funeral, as you do. The other furniture all reminisced about wardrobe at the wake, as they do. You know, childish stuff like that. I was a bit creeped out - the story helped me as an 11 year old. My teacher never commented on it. She preferred my stories about visits to the dentist. :)
Do you still have these Efi?? Amazing! The furniture reminiscing ... fantastic, what an image. As a child I loved to play and hide in our wardrobes and then lie awake imagining a CS Lewis world behind, some of my early (adult) sculptures were of furniture with human feet and legs. Another love is Bachelard's Poetics of Space. thanks for sharing this, wonderful!
Very intriguing...
ReplyDeleteooh, I love how these work - a simple reframing becomes something deeply uncanny. The return of the repressed. You're also animating furniture in a way that kids do it (well, at least I did...).
ReplyDeleteOH, I just read your reply to Lizz earlier. Yes, suburban horror! The best sort.:)
ReplyDeleteYou animated furniture Efi?! I'm intrigued. This series is amazing.
ReplyDeleteYes, so I am Efi!
ReplyDeleteI'm always looking for borders, edges in my work, where one becomes another. Or the point of collision, intersection, which of course is where the uncanny resides. Thanks for the reminder.
And thanks for your comments, both.
I loved writing horror stories as a kid - my favourite was called 'Funeral of a Wardrobe'. I had an ancient (antique) wardrobe that I saw as a sort of coffin. So I wrote a story about its death and funeral, as you do. The other furniture all reminisced about wardrobe at the wake, as they do. You know, childish stuff like that. I was a bit creeped out - the story helped me as an 11 year old. My teacher never commented on it. She preferred my stories about visits to the dentist. :)
ReplyDeleteDo you still have these Efi?? Amazing! The furniture reminiscing ... fantastic, what an image. As a child I loved to play and hide in our wardrobes and then lie awake imagining a CS Lewis world behind, some of my early (adult) sculptures were of furniture with human feet and legs.
ReplyDeleteAnother love is Bachelard's Poetics of Space.
thanks for sharing this, wonderful!