This video was made as apart of an installation titled the same, If I Were a Hurricane. It was inspired by a poem that my father wrote at the age of 10 which describes an imagined path of destruction in a face of a personified storm, tearing throughout the landscape.
The installation consists of 500 or so branches, wrapped around the exterior walls of a room, only peering inside at one small corner. Inside the room, a video plays in which these same branches wind and twist their way throughout several forested landscapes. At the beginning and end, a woman opens and closes curtains in a darkened room and during the piece, a child’s voice recites the poem in layers, as well as counting off the days of the week.