Media Project

 I've been playing around with an idea of trying to create a video art piece using a memory of my mother.

During the late 1970's (75-79) I remember walking daily to the bus stop with my mother. She would take me to school using the bus, and then get back on the bus (this may be a bit off, but it's how I remember it) and take it to work. During the winter it was of course cold and I was quite a bit smaller (I'm quite a bit larger now, ha ha) and when it got very cold, my mother would take me and wrap her coat around me. I would hug her as we walked together through the snow-covered streets to the bus stop.

This is one of the fondest memories I have of my mother and so I want to try and create something to recreate this moment. In order to show others what I'm trying to create, I used AI to create a representation of the moment that only exists in my head. AI did a pretty good job, but I didn't want to work on it any further. If I did I would have asked it to change the pants... no one wore jeans in my memories, at least not to school or work.

After that, I actually asked AI to blur the image and set the figures further back. Maybe that's an idea for the piece, not to be so specific, to seem like a spectator who is far away and who is trying to watch through the snow and wind. 

I'll keep working on it. 

Dream State

 

    

Last night a fog rolled in to town. I went out and took a few pictures. It was so quiet. Every once in a while a car rolled through. Then it went back to silence. 

It was like the scene in Twilight Zone. It felt like anything could walk out of the fog. 

Lately, things have been crazy. My mother passed away, the semester has started, and I've been trying to be a little bit more social. Getting out of bed is hard. Been sleeping more, and I suppose dreaming more. This foggy streetscape seems like it belongs in my dreams. 

Maybe my Mom would walk out of the fog. That would be startling, but kinda nice too. 

When I go over to her house now, it actually feels comforting. At some point the house will have to change, but for now it's nice to still feel like her little world still exists down the street.