This project started out as just something vague that I had some sort of day dream about and became obsessed with making. In my dream, I saw it sitting in the middle of a warehouse space, just there: the ruins of something bizzare and magical. Its not precisely a carousel, because it doesn't have a canopy on it, but it is reminiscent of a carousel, and I think people basically understand it as such. What is this? Its the twirling pile of crap that is our lives.
It is piled up with all the THINGS that our lives are made up of- all the things that we might consider chores, or just something necessary that we have to take care of: cooking, washing, grooming, dealing with papers and letters, and getting from place to place. Its the things we find mundane until something happens in our lives where we are so distracted that we stop taking care of ourselves. The carousel stops.
This project is about failure.
In the end, it didn't turn. But it didn't matter.
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