Nadja

Second Skin at the SCVA

Well it was a successful evening at the Sainsbury Centre’s Late Shift last Wednesday night where Nadja debuted a project titled ‘Second Skin.’

We invited guests to participate as models to create an interactive artistic display in the cloakroom and stairwell. We wrapped volunteers in reflective fabric and tape to create hollow figurative sculptures. These sculptures considered the individual identity of the participants to explore themes of vulnerability and body consciousness. The reflective materials acted as a protective second skin, reflecting and deflecting its surroundings.

I was very surprised at the number of visitors who were keen to be wrapped. In the end we could not wrap everyone who asked to participate. I did notice that many more men were interested than women.

What I found most interesting about the sculptures was that they did indeed have an individual spirit that showed a connection to their models. Sometimes it was a certain shape of the back, or a tilt of the arm, but I could see life in these pieces at the end of the night.

A fascinating moment was when we had a model request that we improve upon a certain part of her body that she thought was “lacking.” I’ll give you two guesses as to which part.

I think we should continue this project in the future, and perhaps advertise an alteration as a part of the wrapping service. Of course, this would only be if they want to change something about themselves. I wonder if the same body parts would keep coming up again and again?

This Wednesday night Nadja artists will be at The Late Shift, at the Sainsbury Centre in Norwich, from 6-9.

We are trying out a new interactive installation, a collaborative work that we will make together over the evening. We will be wrapping volunteers in reflective fabric and tape to create figurative sculptures which will then be displayed in and around the cloakroom. The sculptures will consider the individual identity of the participants to explore themes of vulnerability and body consciousness. The reflective materials act as a protective second skin, reflecting and deflecting its surroundings.

If you live in Norwich come out and participate in this event!

An unsettling dream of creating art from life…

I awoke a few weeks ago from a vivid dream involving the creation of a sculptural installation. When I dream about making art (which happens only rarely) I pay attention- writing the details down right away, and mulling over the ideas behind the work I create in a fantasy realm. I am usually driven by a need to create it when I wake, but am often unable to follow through due to practical concerns.

In this particular dream, I was on a sunny street, with someone that I have known at my job for the last three years. This person has anorexia, and I feel very protective towards her and really hope that she will eventually recover. She is very concerned with pleasing others, always saying yes, and although she has many talents and is an excellent writer, she undervalues her abilities to the point of wanting to hide them away from others.

I turned to her, and even in my dream self, I was uncertain that we should proceed.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

“Of course, yes yes.” She replied.

I then lined her up against a store window, which was very large, and stretched right from the pavement all the way over our heads to the roof. I had her stand with her back against it and drew her outline in a black marker. I did this four times, on four different windows. I took out a measuring tape, and with her watching silently, I measured an equal half inch inside the first one, and drew a new, smaller outline. I then measured each one, getting smaller and smaller, until the fourth one was 2 inches smaller than her actual outline.

Then I took a bucket of newspaper scraps, with random words of text on them, and mixed up a paste with glue. I then spread it inside the outlines on the windows, to dry as a lumpy mixture of words.

In the background of the window I pictured a colourful and bright cityscape, something that would be a shocking contrast to the newspaper mache figures.

The progression from largest to smallest, in my dream self’s imagination, could easily be reversed by walking the opposite direction on the street. However, it seemed paramount to make sure that none of the figures was the actual size of my model. The text was also essential, a mixture of the words of others, all jumbled up and forming an inner core.

I am thinking a great deal about this dream these days.