Referred
to Virginia Woolf's "To The Lighthouse" - some very beautiful lines.
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"Her
hand cut a trail in the sea, as her mind made the green swirls and streaks
into patterns and, numbed and shrouded, wandered in imagination in that
underworld of waters where the pearls stuck in clusters to white sprays,
where in the green light a change came over one's entire mind and one's
body shone half transparent enveloped in a green cloak."
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"The
rush of the water ceased; the world became full of little creakin and squeaking
sounds. One heard the waves breaking and flapping against the side
of the boat as if they were anchored in harbour. Everything became
very close to one."
"Everything
in the whole world seemed to stand still. The Lighthouse became immovable,
and the line of the distant shore became fized. The sun grew hotter
and everybody seemed to come very close together and to feel each other's
presence, which they had almost forgotten."
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"She
had never seen it from out at sea. It lay like that on the sea, did
it, with a dent in the middle and two sharp crags, and the sea swept in
there, and spread away for miles and miles on either side of the island....so
we took a little boat,she thought,beginning to tell herself a story of
adventure...but with the sea streaming through her fingers, asprayof seaweed
vanishing behind, she did not want to tell herself seriously a story;...for
she was thinking...her own anguish,all had slipped, all had passed, all
had streamed away."
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"He
looked...the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into
the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had
become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds -
that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things. There
it loomed, up start and straight, glaring white and black, and one could
see the waves breaking in white splinters like smashed glass upon the rocks.
One could see lines and creases in the rocks. One could see the windows
clearly; a dab of white on one of them,and a little tuft of green on therock.
So it was like that..the Lighthouse one had seen scross the bay all these
years; it was a stark tower on a bare rock."
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"She
gazed at the immense expanse of the sea. The island had grown so small
that it scarcely looked like a leaf any longer. It looked like the
top of a rock which some big wave would cover. Yet in its frailty
were all those paths, those terraces, those bedrooms - all those innumerable
things. But as,just before sleep, things simplify themselves so that only
one of all the myriad details has power to asssert itself, so, she felt,
looking drowsily at the island, all those paths and terraces and bedroom
were fadingand disappearing,and nothing was left but a pale blue censer
swinging rhythmically this way and that across her mind."
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Trying
to materialize the idea of the tower as the stronghold from which everything
rippled out from...so all buildings, trees, elements follow the line of
the ripples - crashing against the rocks and riding the waves...
I
weaved together two of Tori Amos' songs: spring haze and 1,000
oceans (from her "to venus and back album") so that the songs interacted
with each other and became a conversation which I likened to that of the
light-tower (of my event plaza) be-seeching to the immigrants/visitors/anyone
to come toward the event plaza to build a familiar territory~memory.
The conversation
between Tori Amos' spring haze and 1,000 oceans.
spring haze
(in bold)- me
1,000 oceans
(in italic)- her, the light-tower
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well i know
it's just a spring haze
but i don't
much like the look of it these tears i've cried
i've cried 1000
oceans and
and if omens
are a god send like men
breezing in
if it seems
i'm floating in the darkness certain these clouds go somewhere
billowing out
to somewhere
well i can't
belive that i would keep you from flying
in a single
engine cessna you say we'll never make it there
and i would
cry 1000 more
so all we do
it circle it if that's what it takes to sail you home
uh oh let gosail
you home
off on my waysail
you home
unseen this
eternal wanting
let goi'm
aware what the rules are
way to go so
i get creamed
but you know
that i will run
waiting on
sunday to drown
you know that
i will follow you over
silbury hill
through the solar field
waiting on
sunday to drown and
you know that
i will follow you
i know it's
just a spring haze
but i don't
much like the look of it and if i find you
but all we do
is circle will you still remember
and i found
out where my edge is
playing at
trains or does this little blue ball and it just bleeds
into
where
you resist
fade away
and my only
way out is to goover silbury hill through the solar field
so far ini'm
aware what the rules are
billowing out
to somewhere
you know that
i will follow you
billowing out
luna riviera
but you know
that i will run
waiting on
sunday to land
you know that
i will follow you
waiting on sunday
to drown
these tears
i've cried
why does it
always end up like thisi've cried 1000 oceans
waiting on
sunday and if it seems i'm floating in the darkness
so i get creamedwell
i can't believe that i would keep you
from flying
waiting for
sunday so i will cry
1000 more if
that's what it takes to drown
to sail you
home
sail you home
sail
sail you home
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The
songs themselves are very beautiful.
A
conceptual model - a collage of plexiglass, watercolor-paper and plasticene.
From
the same format that the conversation was structured in - I cut out all
the lines for the light-tower (1000 oceans) and what was left, the
immigrant song: spring haze,
I cut into the actual shape/plan of
the site - the idea that the immigrants actually make up the site, the
event plaza itself. The lines from 1000 oceans, I pasted around
the hollow tower piece. Inside the hollow tower piece, I glued pictures
of the interior of a tower from Barragan.
