<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582</id><updated>2011-09-21T08:16:50.206-07:00</updated><category term='texts'/><category term='performance'/><category term='video/sound'/><category term='installation'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='sound'/><category term='public work'/><title type='text'>tia kramer</title><subtitle type='html'>a short review of artist works</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-9182705690668591091</id><published>2008-04-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:26:56.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video/sound'/><title type='text'>ritual.  ross island, antarctic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;currently titled:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007- 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subtle change marks transition.  As our global climate changes, I challenge us to slow down and observe the impacts of these transitions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;VIDEO 1:  ross island, antarctica.  december 10th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JI6cdn-DWIY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JI6cdn-DWIY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralleling scientific data collection processes, I utilized methodic  ritual to document the dynamic, yet seemingly subtle barren antarctic  landscape. During December 2006 and December 2007, I repeatedly visited  the same geographic location, a point on an expansive snow and crevasse  field of Ross Island.  Here, I collected short video clips and  photographic stills  that  document the quickly changing meteorological  environment;  concurrently  National Science Foundation teams monitored  the same  environment in a multi-year study recording the impact of global climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 2: ross island, antactica.  december 17th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg9LoXqlll4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cg9LoXqlll4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 3: ross island, antarctica.  december 24th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWUaBieApLI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWUaBieApLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 4: ross island, antarctica.  december 25th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzjSuEYR0rE"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzjSuEYR0rE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 5: ross island, antarctica.  december 9th, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VC6xrewUC6g"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VC6xrewUC6g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 6: ross island, antarctica.  december 12th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FY_h6hhvFpk"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FY_h6hhvFpk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO 7: ross island, antarctica.  december 15th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i1WBWxjPSs"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-i1WBWxjPSs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These videos were some of the visual results of my data collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2007, I have had  assistants working in Antarctica to continue to  collect this visual  data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If   something is boring after two minutes, try it for four.  If it is still   boring, then eight.  Then sixteen.  Then thirty-two.  Eventually one   discovers that it is not boring at all.&lt;/span&gt;"  -John Cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-9182705690668591091?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/9182705690668591091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/9182705690668591091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2008/04/video-1-video-2-video-3-video-4-video-5.html' title='ritual.  ross island, antarctic'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-8151667104724486647</id><published>2007-11-16T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:38:07.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video/sound'/><title type='text'>ice woman</title><content type='html'>2007&lt;br /&gt;ross ice shelf, antarctica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R_wOCr6wB7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mlRsSUnurck/s1600-h/embedded+thread+0.1%28web%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R_wOCr6wB7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mlRsSUnurck/s400/embedded+thread+0.1%28web%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187036310135637938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a series of previous writing compositions and one-on-one conversations with Korean artist Kimsooja, I explored the implications of mimicking, re-doing with attentive embodied awareness, famous art performances within my own experience.  This project culminates that work, referencing Kimsooja’s work, Needle Woman, within my skin and my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ross Island ice shelf is an expanse of permanently frozen ocean; 40 meters of packed snow and ice floats on 120 meters of ocean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air, perfectly still. I chose a spot where a simple perfectly straight line divided the snow from the sky. A silence unlike any silence found in inhabited places, hung in the cold afternoon air.  Perfectly still, I remained there.   Camera rolling my body sews together the expansive silent sky and the lifeless frozen tundra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R_wODL6wB9I/AAAAAAAAApM/lF5gVihUUVc/s1600-h/embedded+thread+5.1%28web%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R_wODL6wB9I/AAAAAAAAApM/lF5gVihUUVc/s400/embedded+thread+5.1%28web%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187036318725572562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-8151667104724486647?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/8151667104724486647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/8151667104724486647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/horizon-antarctica.html' title='ice woman'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R_wOCr6wB7I/AAAAAAAAAo8/mlRsSUnurck/s72-c/embedded+thread+0.1%28web%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-2773105436015241362</id><published>2007-11-16T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:11.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video/sound'/><title type='text'>habituating</title><content type='html'>habituating&lt;br /&gt;2005-2006&lt;br /&gt;5 channel video/sound installation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz7nkmpBUiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Q1SVUgfRx3Q/s1600-h/1.+blog+habituating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz7nkmpBUiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Q1SVUgfRx3Q/s400/1.+blog+habituating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133795241282851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vfatcHooC0"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vfatcHooC0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-2773105436015241362?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2773105436015241362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2773105436015241362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/habituating_16.html' title='habituating'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz7nkmpBUiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Q1SVUgfRx3Q/s72-c/1.+blog+habituating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-8858828981518578242</id><published>2007-11-16T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:43:11.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><title type='text'>habituating (a descriptive text)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;habituating&lt;br /&gt;2005-2005&lt;br /&gt;descriptive text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work cultivates somatic, intimate, and transient ways of understanding the world. I investigate how one gains an intuitive sense of the intellectually incomprehensible through repetition, attention and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my video/sound installation, Habituating, I draw upon my experiences studying music in Ghana, West Africa, and with the Macalester College African Music Ensemble in Minnesota. Sowah Mensah, my primary mentor, repeatedly instructed our ensemble, “Do not think.  Do not try to understand this music. Simply follow my hands, follow my lips.”  Through these processes of mimicry and repetition, I learned to accumulate musical knowledge through a conscientious practice, a practice of intimation rather than note reading or intellectual comprehension. I am interested in how this approach challenges Western epistemology by preferencing intimate knowing gained through experience over publicly verifiable knowledge understood through the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habituating directly emerges from an investigation of intimation and knowledge activated through attentive participation.  In Habituating, one 10’ wide DVD projection covers the back wall of the installation room.  The projection consists of 10 four and a half minute video sequences and it loops, playing continuously with corresponding stereo soundtracks. Below the projection sit hundreds of glass jars, each is individually wrapped in a skin-like sheath of handmade paper, restraining its utilitarian function yet transforming it into a small drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of Habituating’s 10 four-minute video sound sequences is created from the repetition and mimicry of a simple action—moving these paper encased jars into circles drawn on a cement floor and then one by one removing each container. I invited individuals to perform and then re-enacted each performance, habituating the pace and tempo of each player through repetition. The resulting recordings are increasingly layered just as drum and vocal parts are in an ensemble, each consecutive sequence containing one additional layer of audio and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1n92pBUPI/AAAAAAAAAag/yLzRsyRf4To/s1600-h/4.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1n92pBUPI/AAAAAAAAAag/yLzRsyRf4To/s400/4.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133373462609481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This progression of video sequences builds at a slow yet consistent and methodical pace, challenging the viewer to invest their time with the work. The encompassing quality of the sounds, and their rhythmic references to inhalation and exhalation, whistling, and whispering inspire the viewers attention, drawing them into the increasingly complex layers of images and sounds. The placement, overlap, and interwoven network of movements seem to be constructed with no intellectually comprehendible system yet have an inherent structure that can be felt as the viewer participates with the work. It is this circumventing of the intellectual process and privileging of a bodily intelligence that I seek to create in the viewer experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1n-WpBUQI/AAAAAAAAAao/_5pUvNvXzB4/s1600-h/5.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1n-WpBUQI/AAAAAAAAAao/_5pUvNvXzB4/s400/5.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133373471199416578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Fluxus work, this piece also highlights our interaction with everyday objects. My daily life in Ghana increased my awareness of the lifespan of our investment in disposable objects.  I lived in Abaudi, an Ewe Community in the Adaklu Region.  There, plastic water bottles were not only used to hold water, and as collecting containers for palm oil, but after functioning as a container they became a stick drum or a make shift timeline bell.  I transform what would be a single use item in the States; by covering the discarded glass jars used in Weighting, I again give them a new use.  Encased in abaca paper their new function is activated through intentional movement.  What has been emptiness now becomes contained resonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1nYmpBUOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xGgOklcld0g/s1600-h/6.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1nYmpBUOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xGgOklcld0g/s400/6.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133372822659354850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habituating re-enlivens objects that are disempowered or silenced by their loss of function as well as by our own lack of awareness. As the viewer grows intimately conscious of these jars, they also become aware of their relationship to these objects.  This increased self-awareness is the seed for broader worldly connectedness. The silencing of these jars correlates to the systematic silencing of communities of people, such as many Ghanaian women who have found themselves financially paralyzed since the onset of colonialism.  Some of these women from the Adaklu Region have begun using their traditional textile skills, particularly spinning, to tap the tourism industry as their means to financial independence.  The re-voicing or re-enliving of these silenced containers references this emancipatory act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this work, I am still exploring how to effectively subvert Western notions of productivity by offering a route to somatic or intimately gained knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-8858828981518578242?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/8858828981518578242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/8858828981518578242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/habituating-writing-1.html' title='habituating (a descriptive text)'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz1n92pBUPI/AAAAAAAAAag/yLzRsyRf4To/s72-c/4.+habituating+%28video+still%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-802430193023103394</id><published>2007-11-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:31:44.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><title type='text'>contingere</title><content type='html'>contingere&lt;br /&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;sound installation&lt;br /&gt;school of the art institute of chicago, 9th floor of the SHARP building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YFIkFvhyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bga9Mc0UT0M/s1600-h/Contingere+%28display+case+emmited+audio+tracks+on+loop%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YFIkFvhyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bga9Mc0UT0M/s400/Contingere+%28display+case+emmited+audio+tracks+on+loop%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171826866766448418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; is  a sound installation composed of audio renderings of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habituating&lt;/span&gt;.  Increasingly ambiguous within new spatial confines, the sounds emitted from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contingere&lt;/span&gt; are reminiscent of loss, absence and intimately known mystery.  The 20 minute 2 channel audio loop plays continually, echoing through the 9th floor halls of the SAIC Sharp Building, 03 Wabash, Chicago, IL, for 168 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-802430193023103394?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/802430193023103394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/802430193023103394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2008/02/contingere.html' title='contingere'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YFIkFvhyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bga9Mc0UT0M/s72-c/Contingere+%28display+case+emmited+audio+tracks+on+loop%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-2140935680606206116</id><published>2007-11-15T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:28:00.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><title type='text'>unperformed events</title><content type='html'>unperformed events&lt;br /&gt;2006-present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unperformed Events is a series of written vignettes. At present, I have created 46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each documents an un-performed experience, an act embodied with a specific intent, for a specific duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events exist in the world.  Printed on museum labels, they mark an experience.   I attached 186 labels in public spaces throughout Chicago, Illinois; the unperformed events exist in the experience of the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f5GpBUWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CXJEcr5fJ-g/s1600-h/madison+ave+appt+%28empty+lot+detail+1%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f5GpBUWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CXJEcr5fJ-g/s400/madison+ave+appt+%28empty+lot+detail+1%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434953656258914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand perfectly still on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;just in front of your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for:&lt;/span&gt; an empty lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duration:&lt;/span&gt; 9 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f5mpBUXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TipG7OU8p2U/s1600-h/madison+ave+appart+%28empty+lot+detail+2%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f5mpBUXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TipG7OU8p2U/s400/madison+ave+appart+%28empty+lot+detail+2%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434962246193522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f6GpBUYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9WNKVo1TCbw/s1600-h/madison+ave+appt+%28empty+lot%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f6GpBUYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9WNKVo1TCbw/s400/madison+ave+appt+%28empty+lot%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434970836128130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/RzyG_2pBUJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/azCvBdUgTyo/s1600-h/randolph+street+%28hum+detail+2%29+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/RzyG_2pBUJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/azCvBdUgTyo/s400/randolph+street+%28hum+detail+2%29+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133126106852970642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower your face to a metal ventilation grate.&lt;br /&gt;Hum: "ahhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for:  &lt;/span&gt;The sparrow that lives just outside my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duration:&lt;/span&gt; 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/RzyG_WpBUII/AAAAAAAAAZo/spUNv16N_mk/s1600-h/randolph+street+%28hum%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/RzyG_WpBUII/AAAAAAAAAZo/spUNv16N_mk/s400/randolph+street+%28hum%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133126098263036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f32pBUUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OkiV3OTC9Us/s1600-h/brown+line+adams+stop+%28subway+detail%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f32pBUUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OkiV3OTC9Us/s400/brown+line+adams+stop+%28subway+detail%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434932181422402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Press your ear against a concrete support&lt;br /&gt;beam, on a railway platform. Attentively remain&lt;br /&gt;until the train enters and                            &lt;br /&gt;comes to a complete stop.                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for: &lt;/span&gt; Silence                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duration:&lt;/span&gt;  The length of your wait.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f42pBUVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vNYWAtdnzGM/s1600-h/brown+line+adams+stop+%28subway%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f42pBUVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vNYWAtdnzGM/s400/brown+line+adams+stop+%28subway%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133434949361291602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz72F2pBUmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vYzFGV5nlP8/s1600-h/bernard+street+%28tree+detail%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz72F2pBUmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/vYzFGV5nlP8/s400/bernard+street+%28tree+detail%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133811205676290658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand next to a (living) tree.  Take deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;into sections of the tree beginning at the&lt;br /&gt;tips of the leading most branches&lt;br /&gt;and moving all the way down to the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;Extend into the roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for:&lt;/span&gt;  My shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duration:&lt;/span&gt;  Until complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz71NmpBUlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gLT_iwvII4Y/s1600-h/bernard+street+%28tree%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz71NmpBUlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gLT_iwvII4Y/s400/bernard+street+%28tree%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133810239308649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-2140935680606206116?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2140935680606206116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2140935680606206116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/unperformed-events.html' title='unperformed events'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz2f5GpBUWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/CXJEcr5fJ-g/s72-c/madison+ave+appt+%28empty+lot+detail+1%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-9107878398873542265</id><published>2007-11-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:26:47.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texts'/><title type='text'>contextualized language</title><content type='html'>contextualized language&lt;br /&gt;2004-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are photographs document a few pieces from a series of over one thousand; each work consists of a short phrase inserted into in an intimate yet public environment that I commonly frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose lines of text based on their ability to illuminate unnoticed details in each location.  I used all of her text.  When compiled together, the large body of phrases construct “Chapter 2: Seeing” from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by environmentalist author Annie Dillard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz23gmpBUcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/l9S9USshbHE/s1600-h/2.+something+broke,+something+opened.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz23gmpBUcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/l9S9USshbHE/s400/2.+something+broke,+something+opened.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133460921028530626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something broke and something opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Located on an Eastern facing library window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz3H7mpBUeI/AAAAAAAAAck/WVJiKtVqZjg/s1600-h/3.+risking+sticking+your+face...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz3H7mpBUeI/AAAAAAAAAck/WVJiKtVqZjg/s400/3.+risking+sticking+your+face...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133478977071043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risking sticking my face in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   In a coffee shop renowned as a citywide study spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz3CJ2pBUdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pVBGsjSrH0g/s1600-h/1.+water+turtles+smooth+as+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz3CJ2pBUdI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pVBGsjSrH0g/s400/1.+water+turtles+smooth+as+beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133472624814412242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water turtles smooth as beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  When it rains water beads on the banister where paint chips have broken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz8LDGpBUnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ziDW2obV6Sk/s1600-h/8.+i+return+from+the+same+walk+a+day+later.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz8LDGpBUnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ziDW2obV6Sk/s400/8.+i+return+from+the+same+walk+a+day+later.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133834248175833714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I return from the same walk a day later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bathroom door handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Dillard's book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek illuminates the intricate details of land, near her home, that she knows intimately.   I brought her awareness to my community.  I photocopied Chapter 2, "On Seeing".  Then, I cut her words apart into phrases and attached them to overlooked details all throughout my neighborhood. There were thousands of phrases. I kept them in a little plastic zip lock and always carried them with me. I did it on the sly, when no one was looking.  Completing the project, a few to a dozen phrases a day, took nearly two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-9107878398873542265?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/9107878398873542265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/9107878398873542265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/contextualized-language.html' title='contextualized language'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz23gmpBUcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/l9S9USshbHE/s72-c/2.+something+broke,+something+opened.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-2106922136363572527</id><published>2007-11-14T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:29:53.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>mimicking</title><content type='html'>mimicking&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These drawings are from a series of 46 titled, mimicking.  While these works are not records from performances, they do catalog the active process of mindfulness.  I embodied time based “external” happenings- an engaging lecture, the slow accumulation of rain, traffic on a highway- by intently following the actions, mimicking movements onto the page while the activity continued to evolve.  These acts of intimation are translated into an accumulation of graphite marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz8i3GpBUoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DqLQa2rknW4/s1600-h/mimicking+%28rain%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz8i3GpBUoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DqLQa2rknW4/s400/mimicking+%28rain%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133860430296470146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mimicking (rainfall)&lt;br /&gt;graphite drawing, 8”H x 10”W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn from a second story window, observing rain collecting on a bush and then periodically releasing from the branches to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLEFvh2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/gwr6bcZwt1A/s1600-h/mimicking+%28lecture%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLEFvh2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/gwr6bcZwt1A/s400/mimicking+%28lecture%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171837904832399202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimicking (lecture)&lt;br /&gt;graphite drawing, 8”H x 5”W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn from the audience of an expressive lecturer who inflected with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;______________________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLUFvh3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ocw4JzMozQk/s1600-h/mimicking+%28traffic%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLUFvh3I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ocw4JzMozQk/s400/mimicking+%28traffic%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171837909127366514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mimicking (traffic)&lt;br /&gt;graphite drawing, 8”H x 5”W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn from the passenger seat of a car during evening rush hour traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLkFvh4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/syCH60RLKSU/s1600-h/mimicking+%28stairs%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YPLkFvh4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/syCH60RLKSU/s400/mimicking+%28stairs%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171837913422333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mimicking (traffic)&lt;br /&gt;graphite drawing, 8”H x 5”W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn in small incriments, memory from mindful observation while walking up a staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-2106922136363572527?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2106922136363572527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/2106922136363572527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/mimicking.html' title='mimicking'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/Rz8i3GpBUoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DqLQa2rknW4/s72-c/mimicking+%28rain%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962277558694270582.post-6484054155054363368</id><published>2007-11-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:30:12.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><title type='text'>weighting</title><content type='html'>weighting&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;installation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weighting, is an installation consisting of over 500 glass jars suspended in space.  Highly sensitive to air and circulation changes, the jars created sounds from clinks to chimes when viewers passed.  The jars were collected from my friends, peers, family, and affiliates of the gallery; suspending them from the ceiling emphasized their emptiness and removed them from their utilitarian context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR3EFvh5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aO5OlKhunrU/s1600-h/Weighting+1+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR3EFvh5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aO5OlKhunrU/s400/Weighting+1+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171840859769898898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weighting&lt;br /&gt;glass jars, monofilament,&lt;br /&gt;10’H x 10’ W x 4’ D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR3UFvh6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VMPyyJw8Z-s/s1600-h/Weighting+2+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR3UFvh6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/VMPyyJw8Z-s/s400/Weighting+2+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171840864064866210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weighting (side view)&lt;br /&gt;glass jars, monofilament,&lt;br /&gt;10’H x 10’ W x 4’ D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR30Fvh7I/AAAAAAAAAok/GnvqpUBAXG4/s1600-h/Weighting+3+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR30Fvh7I/AAAAAAAAAok/GnvqpUBAXG4/s400/Weighting+3+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171840872654800818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weighting (detail)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962277558694270582-6484054155054363368?l=tiakramer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/6484054155054363368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962277558694270582/posts/default/6484054155054363368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiakramer.blogspot.com/2007/11/weighting.html' title='weighting'/><author><name>tia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11010933336483643114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nx-vf4BFShI/R8YR3EFvh5I/AAAAAAAAAoU/aO5OlKhunrU/s72-c/Weighting+1+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
