Cone Room, 2015
For my last project, I traveled to Seoul, Korea under the auspices of a college funded travel fellowship and a research grant to a cult's holy shrine. There, I made rubbings and video-documented daily rituals which the pious carry out to ensure the purity of their lineage and passage into paradise. The documentation I brought back informed an immersive site-specific installation filling my studio comprised of 23,000 cones, a silken waterfall, and a series of silk scrolls rendered with ink and encased in plexiglass.
Translucent silk sewn to graphite rubbings imported from the holy shrine in Seoul. A pilgrimage of material, a transference or relic, if you will.
As a symbolic gesture, I chopped off all of my hair upon my return to the USA and adhered it with fine silk pins to the entryway, framed neatly with a sagging silken cast.
door, side view
