The last experiment has to do with capturing a week in time and mapping it.

In doing this last experiment, I found myself still wanting to explore the relationships between surface and content. I found my week to be very much caught up in routine. Very much caught up in be-here-at-this-time, do-this-by-then. I was sort of just passing along. What made my week real? What makes it a week? People walk along just as busy as myself. Does our outward appearance really matter if no one is even stopping to take the time to really live? All I had at the end of my week was this journal of thoughts. A mess of detail, memories and traces of things that transpired.

In making the piece, I wanted to have the physical object be a piece which itself would seem to have meaning but did not. A sort of visual jabberwocky. The meaning would only be there once the projection made it complete. Again, surface and content.

The projection would be the key to the meaning of the whole piece. It would turn the jumbled words and calligraphic form turn into a slice-of-life look into my week.