quaran+ime, 2020
Singe Channel Video, Audio
29m 41s

A riff on Francis Alÿs’ “Paradox of Praxis 1: Sometimes Making Something Leads to Nothing” (1997), adapted to a context of isolation in the epicenter of the pandemic, in April of 2020. Kicking a block of ice around a tiny Brooklyn apartment, all alone. On futility and mapping space, disorientations of time as perceived in relation to passing time, and to passing––grief is not abstract, but physical and spatiotemporal––and what happens when you cut it up to be more like cinema? Sculpting time vs. losing it.