Joana P. Cardozo
Joana P. Cardozo is a Brazilian visual artist based in Los Angeles and Sao Paulo. Her photographs create unconventional portraiture by examining the relationship amongst domestic spaces, their inhabitants and their objects. Her installations discuss the futility of human attachments in an impermanent world.
The Naked Hours
For 100 hours, I cut 2 x 2 inches black paper with scissors and covered the L-Shape Gallery walls at the California Institute of the Arts. I did not speak. I did not use a cell phone or other electronics. I ate, rested, wrote, and meditated as necessary. I left the gallery space to use the restroom. I used clear tape, double-sided tape, museum putty, painter’s tape, and gaffer tape. The Naked Hours turned out to be much more than a quest for personal transformation, or the passage of time and the impermanence of this world. It became to be about the making of art and the destroying of art. The everyday life and its unnoticeable tasks. The cycle of life, being born, growing, aging, dying. The stillness and movement. The opposites, contrasts, spaces, blank spaces. It became to be about the mistakes. The anger. The meditation and the breath. The Naked Hours became to be about personal and global transformations. A virus spreading in the world.
Karlis Bergs
Unbuilt Door
Unbuilt Door is a collaborative sound installation between Jiayu Zhang and
Joana P. Cardozo during the emergency state of the COVID-19 pandemic in Spring 2020. Jiayu and Joana were studio neighbors at CalArts. This piece offers an imagination practice for the participants to visualize the border of their individual space. The participants are guided by the artists’ voice narrating the process of breaking through a wall of their room and entering the space beyond. Two recordings from two opposite perspectives, the wall-breaker and their next-door neighbor, require the participants to imagine the work and deal with questions of collaboration and transgression.
How can we individuals reconnect to each other in times of segregation?
Vanessa Kwan
Ernestine and Delilah Ernestine and Delilah navigate their love in an apocalyptic world. Collaborators: Claire Brnjac https://vanessakwan.art/
Eyvind Kang
A class album and some videos Nina Flagg, Medusa
Emmanuel Bradshaw
Cloudcast An art therapy piece that utilizes a car experience to guide the audience in an intimate experience of self
Mengqing Yuan
B-body “My B-body” is a project I created during home quarantine. It is based on a poem I wrote about the relationship between my physical body and my consciousness. The text of the poem reads: My B-body My body doesn’t belong to me It wants to be free It wants to come apart It wants […]
Charles Danner
TW/CW: trauma **Trigger Warning** This is a multimedia piece about the experience of being a victim of trauma in the current COVID-19 climate. The piece consists of original poetry written and performed by Nicole Paige Chaffin over an original score by Charles Van Alst Danner. The score features a custom feedback instrument, the FeedBox in […]
Adam Zuckerman
A collection of melodies. Embedded like a small light in the corner. This piece engages themes and processes of transparency/translucence, copying/covering, and distance/absence: the traces of a thing not there. Melody fragments expand and contract. Here, melody crystallizes into harmony and harmony unfolds as melody. Like a constellation of stars; or in the direction of […]
Perry Cook
COVID Pan Drum: A Robot Tongue-Drum Rendering of the SARS-2 COVID Virus Genome I’m building a custom robot to play a little lap-sized tongue (steel) drum. A program will read through the roughly 30k base pairs in the COVID 19 (SARS-2 COVID Wuhan Seafood Market) DNA sequence. Particular (known) functioning segments will be sonified when […]
Joy Chan
14 days in the lockdown April, I was locked up in a central quarantine accommodation. 14 days with the extraction of fresh air and the earth, the only approach for me to connect with the loving world is the peephole in my room door and a locked up window. As I stay, I start to […]