Frankenstein’s Branch

Skin on a tree. I started stitching. Stitch by stitch and piece by piece I started covering something once living with something now dead. A branch lost from the tree needs another layer of protection.

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Day 1. Where it used to belong to the tree.

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Day 1. Connecting pieces.

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Day 2. The first fork.

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Day 2. The hide is drying as I sew.

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Day 5. There is always another fork.

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Day 7. Almost done now, only the tips left.

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Day 9. Finally done! All dressed up, the next step will be to remove the branch and let the skin remember it.

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New Beginning

I find the most difficult part of a project to be when I’ve finished one part and it’s time to start over again with the next. It is this strange situation of being done and not even having started at the same time. To get back into the process I usually just start doing something, anything, trying things out without so much thinking. Maybe take an element from earlier in the process and play around with it to see if it gives any clues.

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Like stacking bags of concrete side by side

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And let the light shine through the cracks

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Or making thin layers of silicone and shellac

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Just to see if it leads anywhere.

Who are you, the ones that’s being heard?

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F.U.M.S.

Facility for Unreceived Message Storage

In the Unheard, the middle ground or no-mans-land of communication, the Facility of Unreceived Message Storage (F.U.M.S.)is the place of disposal for lost words. Every message in the endless rows and rows of storage units has been ignored, left unsaid or prevented by time, but is still traveling, it is still trying to reach it’s intended receiver. Very few of them ever leave those shelves once it has landed there though.

If you walk down the aisles maybe you can hear some of them whisper, but you can never fully know what they intended to say. Their time and context has passed, their voices have grown fixed and quiet inside these bottles and they where never intended for you anyway.

This is a sample of 71 unheard messages collected from 7 countries. 

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Once again, a big thank you to everyone who participated. The top picture is from the exhibition, the text under it the presentation.

Messages in bottles

Thank you everyone who entrusted me with your unheard messages! (Link to the project invitation) I have received around 70 so far, with some more on the way, and I feel very grateful to everyone who took the time to participate. I can not mention all your names, mostly because I don’t know them all.

Today has been the second day of casting and a small army of bottled messages is slowly emerging on the floor beside my work table.

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We sometimes get stuck in definitions. Definitions can help us see our next step but it can also shut us in. We are shaped by our textualized culture to want to understand everything. We loose the point of the things we don’t understand but that does something else to us. It has been a mistake to see knowledge as immaterial. Nothing can be separated from material.

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Through

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Outside

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Inside

Unreceived messages/What was never heard

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I invite you to be part of my art project “Insulated – to be made into an island”.

In this stage of the project I want to highlight the feeling of not being heard, by enclosing messages that was never heard or received into unopenable bottles.

I will cast at least 80 bottles in silicone with the participators’ messages inside, making the message stick to and become part of the bottle. (Like in the picture below)
What I ask you to do is to write down (preferably in your handwriting), in any language you want, a message that was, or is, not heard. Something you tried to say but that wasn’t listened to. It can be “big” or “small”, political or personal, general or embarrassing, hopeful or angry, a solution or a problem or many other things.
If you don’t want to put your message in words you can instead choose a small object to represent what you wanted to say, the person you wanted to say it to or yourself as the unheard communicator.

This project will not make your message heard. You will instead be one of the many voices trying to get a message across but not being listened to.
My hope is that all these bottles with their unread messages standing alone but together will create a feeling of shouting silence and how difficult it can be to be heard today.

Should you choose to participate I will need your contribution by the 2nd of January to have time to cast all the bottles before the 12th of January when they will be part of an exhibition at Konstfack in Stockholm. The folded or rolled up letter or object can be as small as you like but must fit inside a cylinder, 5 cm wide and 9 cm long.
Please also tell me if it is ok that some part of your message is readable through the bottle!

For questions or to participate, please write to info@tildadalunde.se
Please share this with others that might be interested!

Stacking

Dear Society,

Is it just these people I’m outside of, or is it everyone?

You raise us as islands and teach us to see ourselves as individuals, separated from the rest of the world. You isolate us in little compartments, stacked close together in big buildings, but separated so completely as if existing in different dimensions. We live on controllable islands of sameness in an ocean of otherness.

But you’re forgetting that there is no word for the difference between me and the world.

Or am “I” that word?

Doubtfully, The Introvert

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Stack of concrete compartments

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Stack of velvet compartments

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Group of cages/city scape

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Stacking compartments close together