Thursday, 5 July 2007

Film/Video Art Project/Web Based Project (Lives)

Artist Statement:

“ The truth, the central stupendous truth about developed countries today is that they can have - in anything but the shortest run - the kind and scale of resources they decide to have... It is no longer resources that limit decisions. It is the decision that makes the resources, This is the fundamental revolutionary change—perhaps the most revolutionary man has ever known."
U Thant, Secretary-General of the United Nations

“There lies before us, if we choose, continual progress in happiness, knowledge, and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? We appeal as human beings to human beings: Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. If you can do so, the way lies open to a new Paradise; if you cannot, there lies before you the risk of universal death.”
The Russell-Einstein Manifesto, 9 July 1955

“Dreams are easily influenced by factors in our life and spirit, and these influences create "categories" that are almost infinite. We do broadly categorize them in terms like "sex, prophetic, standard, physical and nightmare. Dreams are a communication of body, mind and spirit in a symbolic communicative environmental state of being. Our brains are in constant activity. Different states of consciousness (like awake, asleep, alert, drowsy, excited, bored, concentrating or daydreaming) cause different brain wave activity. Our conscious mind, or the part we think with, our "window"
into life, only takes up a very small portion of our brain activity.

My main concern within this project is exploring our mind, unconscious and interpretation levels of dreams as well as the possibility to understand psychic intuition. The specifics of the realization of dreams emotions, thoughts, imagination, sex drive actions and interactions of a dreamer raises the question of the viewer and that simultaneity that makes our mind and spirit work together with our brain to be understood.

The video art project works focuses on the mechanisms of perception and dreams, the private world of the world of fantasy and unconscious, the conditions underlying the system by which mind and spirit operates. At the same time, the (in)-visibility of the structure ignites a confusion on the viewers' perception of the work and of the space where it is placed, thus provoking and ambiguous relationship between the object, its function and its appearance, unlock a mysterious force field on the border of the truth and lie, that is able to create unexpected angles of approach which in
turn force the viewer to take up a new position in the observation of the surrounding world.”

I will work on art works project entitled "Wishes, Lies and Dreams VIII". I would like invited children, peoples/artists and disabled persons for sharing their Wishes/Dreams in my artwork project.

"Wishes, Lies and Dreams VIII" will created to explore intimacy and emotional resonance with the viewer with combines artistic and fantasy to explores experience of remembering; questioning the fantastic adventure of nature, recognizing disquieting patterns, facing emerging memories, understanding the nature. Segments are combined with blurring images and vague to create and
impression of subconscious memory and dreams. Come with me....

I hope. ,
I'm angry...,
I'm afraid...
I'm sad..., I'm happy....

“Wishes, Lies and Dreams” is a series of experimental VDO art depicting the world of "Unconscious"

Wishes, Lies and Dreams

Diffused light
shadows life.
Confused dreams
succumb to lies.

Dust filters light;
ashes filter life.
Dawn comes
in the night.

You turn out the light,
knowing the hand under the bed
is still there,
waiting to pull you under.
You think you're wise to play dead,
avoid stepping out of line,
close your eyes to the lies
and the dread
of seeing anyone
seeing you
seeing you.

Last night I dreamt
I was watching you sleep.
I thought my watching would wake you.
I thought that sleeping would make you feel
my presence,
my eyes on you,
your skin, open like a wound;
feeling everything without knowing
you were feeling
anything at all.

You don't move or blink, toss or turn.
I wave and smile,
wondering why
I send good wishes
and silent kisses.

I wait for you to see me,
for you to say --

"You look familiar.
I guess everyone asleep looks the same
as everyone else."

"I'm not asleep. You are.
I've been watching you sleep
for days and years."

"I know."

I take every step
As though my last,
Face the sea of my sad past,
Face the mountain, the highs and lows,
Face the stream, the ebbs and flows,
Hear the silence call my name.
Throw the dice in a life/death game.


Due to circumstances beyond our control,
Catastrophic bursts of real redness
Suddenly pale to calm monochrome.

Threatened by the dark mass below,
I stand in wonder,
Watching it change colour,
Pulse alive,
Grow with every breath,
Glow open to the moon,
Swallow me in its womb
Of light.

Colour me red,
Not in anger, not in blood,
Only a hot fire,
ending in flood.

I’m an open USB port,
plugged into the universe,
waiting to receive the green light,
waiting to press enter,
charged with a mission
to google the unknown.

I see Jesus fly by, waving and winking at me.
He wants to play, pretend he’s a saviour.
I let him, just to see
how he’d save a lost soul like me.
He holds me in a firm grip,
Then lets me slip away.
“You’re too heavy,” he laughs
and passes from view.

We’re in the same boat,
riding the same wave,
drifting apart.
Your back to me
makes it difficult to see
your pain and mine.

I study your frame,
the outline of your leg,
poised to dive if I try
to save you
or force you to turn.
How beautiful you are
in this moment, so far
from my love and fear.

I sit on Pandora’s Box,
proud that I can stop:
the poison and the pain,
and the monsters from the deep
from entering the world again.

I grit my teeth
with all the force that I possess,
invite friends, family
and my closest enemy
to add their weight to this heroic quest.

We argue and debate
Over freedom vs. fate
and the risks we’d all take
in lifting up the lid
on everything we hid.
Then a voice from inside
Breaks the spell with one cry:
“Let me out. I’m Pandora.”

The magician saws
the beautiful woman in half.
Her legs twitch and kick.
Her crescent smile
tries to be pleasant.

I laugh at the trick,
the dream of fooling fate,
having nothing to do but wait
for the magic to make
me whole again.

The Video Project (Series II) was broadcasted from Stockholm as "Real-Time" to a number of museums: nine regional museums in Sweden, Kiasma Museum of Contemporary Art Helsinki; Museet for Samtidskunst; The Museum of Contemporary Art in Roskilde; The Norrbotten County Museum; The Gavleborg County Museum; The Jonkoping County museum; The Gotland Museum of Art;
Blekinge Museum. The art is distributed via a Internet in a special co-operation with Telia/Sonera.

With the generous support of: The Swedish Institute, The Prince Claus Fund, The European Union and The Nordic Institute For Contemporary Art.

Sarawut Chutiwongpeti

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