Amnesia, in its weaponized form, descends gently onto the streets and fills the volume between buildings in waves of rolling silence. Nothing is spared as it settles into a breathless equilibrium, overwriting both past and present with equal measures of focused negation. Novelty evaporates and dimension collapses as a once brilliant panorama is compressed into an unrelenting singularity of monochrome. Even light is consumed in its omnidirectional maw, stripping the last traces of sensory weight from a landscape inverted with scalding precision.
Most of the inhabitants of this place have long since fled its corridors, and their absence lends a glimmer of decency to an indecent act. As a matter of abstract information, however, they remain keenly present—even lucid—and form a ghostly chorus that implies, explicitly, a message of both detached modesty and childlike narcissism: "Remember us. Know that we existed here, even as our window of time is replaced with an increasingly spurious prism of drifting hindsight. Everything that happened here was a misplaced note in a trampled melody. Remember all of it, and one day you'll be able to play it as it was meant to be heard."
Check out a more in-depth look at the production of this piece on Behance.
|
|
|
|
missions of palo alto
|
|
36x16"
|
building detail
|
|
pattern detail
|
|
pattern detail
|
|
pattern detail
|
|
type detail
|
|
|
