
A WALK DOWN MEMORYLANE
Det er en utendørs installasjon som vil være et samspill mellom de eksisterende lyktestolpene og mine ideer.
Prosjekter vil bare være synlig i mørket når lyktestolpene lyser.
De nye lyktestolpene er formet slik at de ser ut som en prosjektor som står opp ned. Det eg vil prøve på er om jeg kan lage skrift på bakken ved å legge en transparent med skrift oppå lyset.
Den største oppgaven med prosjektet er å finne frem til materiale som både tåler varme og som er gjennomsiktig. Hvis jeg ikke er helt sikker med materiale så er det en stor risiko å ta med tanke på å skade lyktestolpene.
Skriften jeg vil ha er tanker om min barndom. Det gode og vonde jeg har opplevd. Dagligdagse ting som jeg ikke vil glemme.
Hvis skrift fungerer ville det neste gang vært interesant å se om jeg kunne ha klart det med bilder.
Prosjektet er utrolig spennede og jeg har jobbet hardt med å faktisk få det til å funke. Har kanskje valgt et litt for stort prosjekt fo to uker, men håper jeg klarer å gjennomføre det. Silja

Dette er teksten som skulle ha blitt lyst opp i biter :
I remember how it smelled, how the flower bloomed, how you held me when I was tired. I remember almost everything. The way it felt when the sun warmed me up, the sound of the bees, the touch of your hand, how the snow fell in the winter. I remember the small things, the things you don’t really think matter. When I was small, all I ever wanted was to grow up. But now that I have, I just want to be small again. I want to feel your lips kissing my forehead when I’m sleeping, wake up in the morning to see you shave, listen to grownups talk while I’m falling asleep. The endless summers when I was running around with barely anything on, the sound of the car after you had come home from work, my brothers brown skins after a long day out and about, all the children in the neighborhood running around, laughing, cheering. I was a different child, we were a different family. I see that now, I should have seen it then. But all I remember is the love, the small things that made my world go round. I loved to argue, I still do. But as quickly I got mad, I got happy. Tears are not far from laughter. Laughter is not far from tears. And I cried, when he told me, I cried so the world stopped. I cried for all the things I hadn’t said, for the touches I didn’t give, for the memories that was left. You were my world, my world as a child. I can’t remember my existence without you, without knowing you were there. People take people for granted, I took you for granted. Nut I will never, never take us for granted. Not anymore. I remember the sun, shining in my hair, shining in your eyes. Your barefoot feet, your brown hair, our blue marks. The way you smiled, your eyes when you were going to do something wrong, the nights spent at my place, the nights sent at your place. We grew up, but not apart. You’re like my brother, my everything. I think about you all the time, you are with me in my heart and mind. I say your name thousand times a day, but I hardly ever see you. I remember the snow, how we made snow angels, that we went out after dark and walked in the streets alone, throwing snow at each other, talking, laughing. I miss you, and you, and you, I miss many things, miss feelings thoughts, I miss things I have forgotten, the friends I lost, I miss my family, the way things were, I miss me.
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