Vestal Fire

As carbon simmers, the digital blooms. An expectant mother receives a call after dark that opens up a world of absence.

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With this work, I'm interested in exploring cinematic media as a means by which nature is expressed and modified through experience and memory. This includes playing with affective techniques of anticipation and indirection as a mundane condition of the sublime. This project is rooted in the age of the anthropocene and outlines a phenomenology of horror where we gesture towards a world beyond the human.

Much of this work is inspired by lines from Delmore Schwartz's poem, "Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day":

"What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again...
Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn."