Kristen Donoghue- Standford - Night Time in a Chair
Nighttime in the Chair is an exploration of how we view the relationship between the night and death. Often viewed as a harbinger, Nighttime in the Chair personifies the night into a person that does not bring death, but overwatches. The flowers, dried and treated in wax mimic Nyctinasty; the circadian rhythm of flowers and in turn Nighttime becomes a character in action. The act of the overwatch, of looking on as mourning strikes. Those are when the night is longest, coldest, and at its darkest – when the night's hours stretch on past dawn. It is an inevitability that we will be called to watch. To be loved is to be changed, and nights in July are as cold as December when something is lost, and you are called Nighttime in the Chair to overwatch the perennial remnants of time.
40×27×28 inches
Dried Flowers, Soy Wax and an armchair.
Nighttime in the Chair is an exploration of how we view the relationship between the night and death. Often viewed as a harbinger, Nighttime in the Chair personifies the night into a person that does not bring death, but overwatches. The flowers, dried and treated in wax mimic Nyctinasty; the circadian rhythm of flowers and in turn Nighttime becomes a character in action. The act of the overwatch, of looking on as mourning strikes. Those are when the night is longest, coldest, and at its darkest – when the night's hours stretch on past dawn. It is an inevitability that we will be called to watch. To be loved is to be changed, and nights in July are as cold as December when something is lost, and you are called Nighttime in the Chair to overwatch the perennial remnants of time.
40×27×28 inches
Dried Flowers, Soy Wax and an armchair.
Nighttime in the Chair is an exploration of how we view the relationship between the night and death. Often viewed as a harbinger, Nighttime in the Chair personifies the night into a person that does not bring death, but overwatches. The flowers, dried and treated in wax mimic Nyctinasty; the circadian rhythm of flowers and in turn Nighttime becomes a character in action. The act of the overwatch, of looking on as mourning strikes. Those are when the night is longest, coldest, and at its darkest – when the night's hours stretch on past dawn. It is an inevitability that we will be called to watch. To be loved is to be changed, and nights in July are as cold as December when something is lost, and you are called Nighttime in the Chair to overwatch the perennial remnants of time.
40×27×28 inches
Dried Flowers, Soy Wax and an armchair.