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W5463
21.10.2012
The House I Grew Up In - Zena Zakanycz
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  • Artist Statement: It is interesting to see what one value or thinks should be contained, stored and kept. This idea of something being secure and safely tucked away or collected is fundamental in my work. I think it is an essential quality of humans to ...

    Artist Statement:
    It is interesting to see what one value or thinks should be contained, stored and kept. This idea of something being secure and safely tucked away or collected is fundamental in my work. I think it is an essential quality of humans to grasp on to something of assigned importance, whether it is a physical object or a memory.

    My work is often fabricated by repetitive acts, taking the physical form of multiples, through material or process. Textile media is ideal for this exploration; its soft aesthetic and tactile nature are essential to my work.

    I find symbolic significance in the imagery of houses. For most American’s, security takes the form of a home. To me the house serves as a physical container for one’s collection of memories, possessions and the place one repetitively returns to. My sculptures investigate containment and these ideas of human tendency.

    Proposal:
    My proposal is to make life size models of my work by filling abandon houses with textile material this couldn’t take the form of pleated natural fibers such as cotton or found yarn, string and thread. I believe these tactile substances make a familiar nostalgic association in one’s memory. The warmth of a croqueted blanket or a knitted hat they were particularly found of.

    Narrative:
    Approaching a street that has been long forgotten one feels cold damp air. Suddenly turning the corner they see the house at the end of the street. Light material is pouring out of the windows and into the road. As they approach they can almost feel the warmth as the white cotton sheets reflect the sun. One feels their soft allure inviting them into the house. As soon as they step into the threshold the material coats the walls and piles in corners and across the floor. A narrow pathway winds through the fluff. The light shines through the material being pushed out the windows. The whole interior space feels like they have been put inside a blanket and bathed in the warm glow.

    Artist Statement: It is interesting to see what one value or thinks should be contained, stored and kept. This idea of something being secure and safely tucked away or collected is fundamental in my work. I think it is an essential quality of humans to ...

    Artist Statement:
    It is interesting to see what one value or thinks should be contained, stored and kept. This idea of something being secure and safely tucked away or collected is fundamental in my work. I think it is an essential quality of humans to grasp on to something of assigned importance, whether it is a physical object or a memory.

    My work is often fabricated by repetitive acts, taking the physical form of multiples, through material or process. Textile media is ideal for this exploration; its soft aesthetic and tactile nature are essential to my work.

    I find symbolic significance in the imagery of houses. For most American’s, security takes the form of a home. To me the house serves as a physical container for one’s collection of memories, possessions and the place one repetitively returns to. My sculptures investigate containment and these ideas of human tendency.

    Proposal:
    My proposal is to make life size models of my work by filling abandon houses with textile material this couldn’t take the form of pleated natural fibers such as cotton or found yarn, string and thread. I believe these tactile substances make a familiar nostalgic association in one’s memory. The warmth of a croqueted blanket or a knitted hat they were particularly found of.

    Narrative:
    Approaching a street that has been long forgotten one feels cold damp air. Suddenly turning the corner they see the house at the end of the street. Light material is pouring out of the windows and into the road. As they approach they can almost feel the warmth as the white cotton sheets reflect the sun. One feels their soft allure inviting them into the house. As soon as they step into the threshold the material coats the walls and piles in corners and across the floor. A narrow pathway winds through the fluff. The light shines through the material being pushed out the windows. The whole interior space feels like they have been put inside a blanket and bathed in the warm glow.