(Sorry to post late!- I didn't have access to internet until today due to two days of traveling)
Blog Post for Friday, Feb 25
This past weekend and week was spent split between working on the sheets nest (8 hours) and the mirror nest (16 hours). All was going well with both nests until Thursday. I was just about to put the final touches on the mirror nest, while I did something very thoughtless. I had reminded myself over and over that because the nest was so heavy from the glass, I would have to find a sturdy support to carry it on from the bottom. However, while I presume I was still half asleep, picked the nest up by the handles of the bowl (which were towards the top of the nest) and carried it all the way down stairs….. and then literally 2 inches from the table…. The weight of the glass gave out and the whole thing went crashing to the floor.
Heartbroken and down, my roommate took me to get ice cream to cheer me up after seeing so many hours work fall apart from a silly mistake. The ice cream was delicious, but what came to follow was not quite as appetizing. As we were walking back to my house, I felt something wet plop on my face while I was mid spoonful with cookie dough and strawberries. I looked up and saw nothing but clear skies above me only to realize I had just been shit on by a bird… on the face.
Oh the irony, broken nest- getting shit on by a bird. Part of me wonders if I should take this as a sign for something, but I can’t figure out what. I could only laugh about it all. I mean really… who does this happen to. If anything, it just made me wanna get my butt moving and really start focusing on the details in both my nests. Luckily, some of the stacked pieces remained in chunks, so I thought this would be easier to put the nest back together… but in a way it makes it more confusing now that it is somewhat puzzle-like. I am about half way done again, this time only gluing the mirror pieces to each other, and not the bowl as well so I don’t make the same mistake of lifting it that way again. To my surprise, as I moved the bowl from inside the nest just to see what it would look like, I was pleased to see what the form of the inside of the stacked pieces. This kind of made me think maybe I don’t want the bowl in there anymore, and that I could just use it to continue building the structure around until it is at the top. This will leave me more room to play with what I want to place on the inside.
Also, like I said before, you can’t see your reflection from the outside of the nest, however, once the bowl is removed, you can see your reflection on the inside from how the pieces are stacked. I was happy about this aspect as well, and I feel like it gives more of a distortion in reflection.
As far as the inside goes, a fellow classmate suggested knots or tightened thread. I had been picturing knitting something and stretching bits and pieces of it over the sides to get caught on the sharp pieces before. But I really like the knots idea! I am imagining a series of threads or yarn knotted and mingled together and in layers, lining the inside. Also, now that I can remove the bowl, I can stick thread through some of the open gaps and crevices in between the shattered pieces.
For the sheets nest, things are going a bit better finally. I was a little unsure about it for a while as I was getting the base layers on. It looked too plane and neat. But finally Thursday I was able to start adding in shredded pieces of sheets, along with pillows and the stuffing and really began to manipulate things. I think its finally heading in the direction I like, the tiny details of tattering and distress.
Both professors and GSIs came by to see it (before I got started on adding the things I mentioned above) and made a few good suggestions I would like to give a try. They all agreed that I needed some heavier material that signified stress/danger, and more of it, which I totally agree. The wire right now is too thin against the mass of the fabrics. Erica suggested mattress springs, which I think would be really cool to try out, so hopefully I can bring that in right after break.
I am still struggling on what to put in the middle. I keep returning to feathers for some reason, but I am not quite sure they will say what I want… or I am afraid they will look too much like a bird had once lived there and has flown away- which is, in some way, how I do feel about home… I go home to see all these things in my room that used to mean so much to me, but now that I don’t have them with me everyday at school, I don’t think about them.
My room is an empty nest, uninhabited, but still arranged and decorated, as if it were waiting for me to come back to live in it once more.
My room is also one little piece that fits into a house, a house I have constantly changing thoughts about. They bounce back and forth between the good and the bad, the sad and the comforting. It’s a chaotic mass of feelings and thoughts, encompassed by a man-made two-story structure.
Its funny how we manipulate these structures to fit our idea of comfort, yet we can’t always achieve that feeling no matter how hard we try. I wonder if the birds experience this when nest making. Or are things always as sweet and simple as cookie dough and strawberry ice cream.