Seeking an understanding of art and science’s unexplainable by deferring to demons. I watched. I walked. Between the lands of other people’s dreams and my own. By inserting myself with a prop. A fabric. A demon of my own making. Light and place shift under my influence. It is the response to these installations that is the image. As an object. An artifact. Record of the demon. Glamorous disintegration. Translucent and reflective. Stiff and liquid. Trashy and ethereal. From the ocean to where the land speaks to no one but the wind. The sun. The distance. Inspired by the location. Time stops. The installations are enacted almost immediately. All is dismantled and life begins again. In the world. In the wild.
-Augusta December 3, 2018
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Images are shown in chronological order.
The strangers gathered, as the stage was set.
Each tree had a story to tell, some had costumes.
After racing around the yard, the flags reflected their youth, and the cedar thanked them.
As we stood, so many years later, we laughed as the feeling left us.
Pulling the sky into itself and expelling the dreams of others.
And with this moment, I was done. And so was she.
The sky shifted and our steps flooded from the edges.
