When reminiscence of my grandmother’s house transitions to a cargo cult to my nostaglia: I build a small model of my grandmother’s living room, with accurate representations of the wallpaper. The model incorporates the framework of technical memory cycling through the loops of weather patterns and narrative. The physical aspects of the recreations drift greatly, incorporating aspects of the mental reaching and grasping for the past, their physical forms to be determined.
A 3d rendering of my grandmother’s house, persistently moving through dawns and dusks.
There is a bear in the woods.