ink, steel, window screens
In Window Screens, I created a steel box around myself in the corner of a room and hung window screens off wire cords. Then, I filled the box with black ink.
In the performance, for three and a half hours, I continuously dipped screens in black ink at my maximum capacity. Window screens are able to hold ink for a just few moments. When the screens hold the black ink they become opaque, but then, gravity pulls the ink from the screen and the screens return to transparency— a cyclical labor of great difficulty and short-lived success. Because of my efforts, the box moved between transparency and opacity, but determination meets the impossible and the person is too little for the situation.
Eventually, the box began to hemorrhage ink. The ink spread across the floor to the viewers, emptying my apparatus of ink; thereby, foiling my efforts completely.