Changing Light
2001/2002

December Light, Kimberton, Pennsylvania
2001, 2min 30sec
January Light, Astoria, New York
2002, 1min 30sec
February Light, Ravenswood Power Station
2002, 2min 30sec

The Changing Light series is a work in progress and will eventually include twelve pieces for each month of the year. These short video pieces are studies of light and place. How we see light changes not only according to time, but also according to place. Our often integable “sense of place” is formed by the relationship of material and light, light slowly creeping across a table as the sun sets, the light in the steam billowing from a smoke stack, light briefly catching a particle of dust floating in space…

Sound also places a wonderful and mostly unconscious roll in our awarness of place and our perception of changing time and season. Although the series is a study in light, I have tried to accent the sound, to bring it out of hiding so to speak. While light marks the edges and surfaces of solid things, sound fills and penetrates the “empty “ places. This relationship forever fasinates me and influences how I perceive space.

The whole piece when finished will give a greater sense of time, one achieved through and because of the medium. The pieces in Changing Light condense time and bring a new sense of light, space and time.

Dear Nora
Regarding the Myth of Science

Excerpt from letter:
We continually draw boarders around ourselves. This is how we identify ourselves. This is also how we fail to see in the outside world our own reflection. This is the cause of fear and with fear, anger and hatred, for the unknown is threatening. Poverty is threatening. Extreme cultural differences are threatening. Differences in ways of life, those who live close to the land and those who know the life of the city, these differences are perceived as boarders. Is there away to know oneself without seeking out these boarders? Is there a way to say, ‘this is who I am, this is who I am not,’ without creating a harmful segregation, without judgment, criticism or preference? If this is the natural course of things, to pronounce our identity, what creates, or dictates, or divides the moral side from immoral? How shall we evaluate ourselves from within these walls and boarders? Instinctively we call our own side right and the outside wrong, but this is of course silly for we know that another stands outside looking at us as “other” and proclaims the same.

It seems to me that this question of the line which divides is indeed one of the central questions of the nature of life itself. For the line is found everywhere, sometimes clear sometimes vague. Perhaps though, the line is only a human way of ordering the world. Perhaps other forms of life do not experience these lines. Perhaps upon the close evaluation of any line, the line fades, falls apart and vanishes. Perhaps in truth there are no lines. Once again I entertain thoughts I cannot imagine. I’m sure there is a mathematical example of the never true line. The line, which appears as a line, but is in fact always vanishing, never reachable, only an idea with infinite variations and no true form. How life becomes like a mirage when we squint our eyes to blur the edges. Indeed the artist soon learns that edges only appear with a certain contrast of light, between material and space, but that sometimes between material and space, indeed often times there is no perceptible line.