Her sleepless nights - 45 X 45 X 210. Steel, wood, computer and LCD screen.
This project was born from an ongoing concern with "image in consciousness", i.e. what is left of an image in terms of effect and cognitive process when the reality that has given rise to the image only survives in the individual consciousness. This term has a larger scope than "memory" because it raises the question of representation, both of the image itself and of induced images (idea association), effects and verbalized thoughts, etc.
"The story", i.e. the pretext, is provided here by my grandmother. The basic visual material was created by my grandfather. This is therefore also a kind of posthumous family project.
As a child I asked my grandmother why she couldn't sleep at night. She replied that when you're old you move less, and so you need less sleep. At the same time, you have more memories. And so, during her sleepless nights, she loved to relive the cherished moments of her past. She also liked to tell me that one day she would get really old (?), and be all shriveled and tiny, and then I would be able to put her in a little box that I could carry with me at all times.
20 years later, nearing one hundred and feeling death approach, she decided to give me the ultimate gift of a travel alarm clock that was just as old as she was ("Because you travel a lot"). The object was a small cubic box made of brass, and looked exactly like the box I used to imagine I would "put" her in when I was a child.
And so the box is there. But inside, instead of a grandmother, there is a spring, gears and hands. Time is there, or at least our idea of time.
She was perhaps just that: only time. Time to take care of me, time to collect memories and time to tell me the stories of those memories.
My grandfather filmed most of the images with a camera he designed with his team, a Crouzet ST8, the first lightweight camera with automatic exposure.
I can no longer sleep
So I remember
I don't want to lose my memory
I do exercises
I love you
When I get
I will be very small
You will put me in a box
I will always be there
Tell me tell me tell me
That you will not forget me
In all this darkness
Of losing your memory
Tell me you will never leave me