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The Discourse Project
Discourse [41.3777, 2.1416] is a mirror covered ring with the same shape and dimensions as the fountains in the lake of the Parc d’Espanya Industrial in Barcelona. The art installation was originally created for the ephemeral and site specific onsite exhibition I curated in July this year.
After the event, I decided to create a journey through various space- and time-specific locations and create a ‘spin off’ series: The Discourse Project
Although the artwork is the same, it’s installation in each location makes it site specific. This can be seen in the title given to each installation, such as Discourse [14.4446, 35.9148]. The numbers in the artwork’s title refer to the project’s longitude and latitude. Therefore these digits vary from location to location, just as it’s interaction is particular to these varied space and time conditions. At the end, there is one constant: the ring includes a marker and it always points North.
The ring installation is covered with mirrors. This mirrored surface brings what is “up there” to the ground. They reflect what’s above and contrast it with the ground below.
An uncontrolled and totally site specific phenomenon is the Discourse between the installation and the low lying sun rays coming through depending on the time of the day. This interaction creates a glow of light on the ground furthering the ring’s communication with this site.
Discourse [41.3777, 2.1416]
Ring shaped mirror on grass
The idea behind this installation was born with my fascination with the circular unused fountains found in the lake at the Parc d’Espanya Industrial.
This ring was adopted as a base for my own structure using the same dimensions of the fountain itself. The structure was then covered with mirror thus allowing the ring to “discourse” with its surroundings.
The installation has an internal as well as an external discourse. The shape of the ring itself is very symbolic and has many significant internal references. An interesting article I found on the symbolism of the circle.
The external discourse of the ring with its surroundings is also to be taken into consideration.
As mentioned previously, the ring is covered with mirrors. These mirrors reflect the light, trees, people and the general ambient of the park. They bring what is “up there” to the ground – to the soil, grass and fallen leaves. Depending on the sun’s position, the mirrors either contrast with the earth by reflecting the illuminated sky and sun, or they blend in and become practically invisible, camouflaged in the dark.
A third discourse would be with the geographical location itself. The ring has been cut and assembled onsite to create the shape. The cuts are made to represent longitude and latitude lines.
This geographical discourse is reflected in the artwork’s name. The numbers 41.3777, 2.1416 refer to the project’s exact longitude and latitude in the park and the ring includes a marker that marks North.
The idea is to start a journey with this installation and create new discourses in new locations in other geographical locations, always pointing North.
The ring will be the same, the numbers will change, the discourse will evolve and each location will leave its mark on the ring’s surface.
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Discourse [41.3777, 2.1416] is a site specific installation created for the first public exhibition I have curated called Artist Takeover Vol:1 in the Park. More info about the event available by clicking on this link.
The passage of time

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The passage of time

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The passage of time

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The Line Runs Through

The Line Runs Through

The Line Runs Through

Flow of lines

A new #photography #art series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood also on #facebook
#floor #pavements #textureshttps://www.instagram.com/p/BUD4A6QDhe4/ via Instagram
Flow of lines

A new #photography #art series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood also on #facebook
#oxidized #metalhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BUD31kUjxOM/ via Instagram
Flow of lines

Flow of lines

An #art #photography series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood Also on #facebookhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BUBdSLiDoC8/ via Instagram
Flow of lines

An #art #photography series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood Also on #facebookhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BUBdPhzjhf5/ via Instagram
Flow of lines

An #art #photography series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood Also on #facebookhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BUBdEBADMhu/ via Instagram
Oxygen & the Passage of Time

A new #photography #series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood This project is part of the instagram #art project where #edges and #lines #flow through the Instagram 3 column grid. Also on #facebook #distressed #concrete #floor #greenhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BT-uFe8D3-2/ via Instagram
Oxygen & the Passage of Time

A new #photography #series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood This project is part of the instagram #art project where #edges and #lines #flow through the Instagram 3 column grid. Also on #facebook #distressed #wallhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BT-t95vjVQi/ via Instagram
Oxygen & the Passage of Time

A new #photography #series by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood This project is part of the instagram #art project where #edges and #lines #flow through the Instagram 3 column grid. Also on #facebook #oxidized #metalhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BT-t4NFjayV/ via Instagram
(un)processed: red meat

(un)processed: red meat

(un)processed: red meat

(un)Processed
Have we become so used to #eating #processed #food that we have lost touch with the reality of our actions? Processed #photo of #unprocessed food. Found in #barcelona – #photography of #cleaned #white #intestine #textures #casqueria by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood #artbarcelona #instagramproject #art #facebook #artbloghttps://www.instagram.com/p/BT3AkuQj1I7/ via Instagram
(un)Processed
(un)Processed
A Narrative of Edges
A Narrative of Edges: series of #100 photos in Instagram, over 500 photographs in the series.
An ongoing artistic investigation on endings and beginnings in found scenes ordered to create a new visual narrative.
Mundane and beautiful. Where the end of one experience meets the beginning of another.
See profile for the full study #photography by #alexiamedici – #maltese #artist and #mother living in #barcelona #artistresidencyinmotherhood #love the #mediterreanlife the #colours and the #mediterraneansea #art
On Cacti (series 1 of 3)
On Cacti (series 2 of 3)
Some #investigations on how the change of #perspective and the use of #filters convey a different #narrative and #emotions . View from #torredembarra to #altafulla on the costa daurada during the #beautiful #sea #storm a few days ago photographed at #dusk #twilight – #photography by #alexiamedici a #maltese #artist and #mother living in #barcelona during her #artistresidencyinmotherhood #art #artbarcelona #artblog

Seascapes: the storm

A Narrative of Edges
An ongoing artistic investigation on beginnings and endings…
Some thoughts:
I loved my father. His life ended.
I was a carefree and ambitious art student. That life ended.
I was young and free. That life ended.
My daughter was born. Motherhood started.
My father life ended whilst I was pregnant. My son’s life hadn’t even started.
Something about endings and beginnings fascinate me. I cannot pinpoint exactly what I am working on, but as I work and as I write, my thoughts become more clear.
Interviewed
The Malta Artist Directory has just come out and is available for sale. In it you’ll find interviews with some of the best artists on the Maltese art scene at the moment. I’m lucky they thought about me, considering I live abroad 😉
This is what I had to say:
Morning dew
The Aura
the Universe Within
Pause. Feel connected. Reach out.
I’ve been feeling grounded recently. It feels good. It feels natural. I feel more aware of myself, my faults, other people’s faults. It’s ok. With perspective it’s understandable. From a distance it’s not painful. It’s the way we are wired. It’s ok.
I was eating a tangerine whilst speaking to my daughter. I like the stem, it looks like roots. The tangerine peel then evolved to this.. This is where I am just now.
Meditation. Inspiration. Self.
A few days ago I had a couple of hours to myself, free from kids, free from obligations. I didn’t have to react to anything, I could act on whatever I wanted.
I took a long hot shower, listened to Chopin and just relaxed. I wanted to save this moment, so I took a photo of myself just out of the shower in a bathroom steaming with ideas. A portrait to help ground me in future situations.
The Rain
I love it when it rains.
Outside, all sounds are muted, all looks grey, everybody seems to be dressed in black.
Inside, I’m floating inside my little bubble. I can smell the rain, feel the rain, I am the rain. I am melancholic, I’m grey, no masks on, I’m clean, I’m alive.
The rain leaves, the kids wake up, people wear colour, the city is noisy. All I have left are little, beautiful drops of what was. My delicate bubble, a diamond.
#rain #quiet #melancholy #drops #purple #photography #art #visualpoetry #light #dark #photopainting #mood #photooftheday #beautiful #instalike #photography #iphoneography #instamood #followme #lightplay #shadowplay #instagood #inspiration by #alexiamedici
The Bottle
There was a bottle.
A bottle that contained a special smell.
A few minutes ago the bottle broke.
The smell has gone.
The bottle belonged to my father.
He too has gone.
He has gone to the sea, the bottle is in the bin.
I am here.
#nofilter #noeffects #broken #grief #loss #memory #videoart #art #visualpoetry #abstractart #light #dark #green #bottle #perfume #gone #abstractart #mood #beautiful #lightplay #shadowplay #abstract #inspiration by #alexiamedici
On Inspiration (series)
Inspiration I: a Balloon of Gold Dust, Perfume and Glitter
This has probably been my best week in a very long time… I had a lovely catch up with fellow artist / personal inspiration Rebecca Lyne, then had another great talk with another amazing artist Ely Daou and finished off the week by going to Swab, Barcelona’s internacional contemporary art fair.
After speaking to Ely I explained that I felt inspired like a balloon full of gold dust, perfume and glitter. This feeling stayed with me all weekend and now I’ve got something to show…
Inspiration II: Opulent, Musty and Magical
I have decided to make a three part series on this theme with this piece being the second.
The colours used are meant to represent the richness, sensuality and intimacy one feels when feeling inspired. There’s a whole universe spreading out from the seed of one ephemeral, fertile and opulent thought.
Inspiration III: The Butterflies Within
This is the final photo from the Inspiration series of photos. It’s called The Butterflies Within which is self explanatory really. I just hope to keep the inspiration on fire for as long as possible to fuel my many upcoming personal and artistic projects :)
Synonyms: animated, aroused, eager, enthusiastic, excited, impassioned, juiced up, passionate, stirred up, excited, aroused, awakened, beside oneself, charged, delighted, feverish, fired up, high, inspired, juiced up, keyed up, moved, on fire, passionate, pumped, stimulated.
Conclusion – New Life
First I was melancholic, then I was sad, then I found some way to express myself. I was baffled as I didn’t understand what I was up to. I called the pieces Untitled and moved on. Making the pieces made me feel in tune with myself and I got inspired and my energy came back. I thought about my father lots and sometimes got melancholic again, but not for long. Most of it had passed. Then I realized that the anniversary of my father’s death was approaching and this is what had probably triggered off these experiences. Now I understand and accept giving me a sense of peace. After Coming out of the Dark, I can now conclude with Conclusion – New Life. It does not cut off from my previous experiences but it is a coming together and closing the circle thus starting a new chapter.
In my visual language, darkness is not something to be scared about, or something to stay away from. Darkness can be comforting, it is an unknown, but a comfortable or even friendly unknown and this is shown in the warm and rich hues it which it is embedded.
The second year of my father’s passing away is fast approaching. This is bringing a whole new set on unknown emotions to the surface which I am trying to process. Am I feeling melancholic? Am I at peace with his death? Will this ever heal? Do I want it to?
Coming out of the Dark
In my visual language, darkness is not something to be scared about, or something to stay away from. Darkness can be comforting, it is an unknown, but a comfortable or even friendly unknown and this is shown in the warm and rich hues it which it is embedded.
In this picture, Coming out of the Dark refers to an understanding of this darkness, what it represents (my melancholy triggered by my father’s passing away) and an acceptance. This understanding and acceptance allows me move on whilst carrying these emotions with me.
The second year of my father’s passing away is fast approaching. This is bringing a whole new set on unknown emotions to the surface which I am trying to process. Am I feeling melancholic? Am I at peace with his death? Will this ever heal? Do I want it to?
Ode to a loved soul
I can feel your energy
My father was my mentor, the one who really shaped my perspective about life, love and all things abstract.
He was also a friend who whom I could debate and learn from life’s many lessons. He’s given me ambition, thought me how to think out of the box and follow my intuition and dreams, no matter what.
He also thought me to know what I want in life, so that if it comes across my path, I will recognize it.
I miss him deeply, but I also know that he is always with me, sometimes by my side, and at other times checking on me and my family from far away. These photos represent just this. The energies of a loved one close by, felt by my soul, yet invisible to my eyes.
“I know you’re here”
“Warmth”
The second year of my father’s passing away is fast approaching. This is bringing a whole new set on unknown emotions to the surface which I am trying to process. Am I feeling melancholic? Am I at peace with his death? I know that I miss him and try to fit his presence in my everyday life, however I still catch myself crying every now and again, especially if I come across a photo of his that I hadn’t seen before, or if a movie or a story reminds me of him, his greatness or his sickness. Will this ever heal? Do I want it to? Will I forget him? This thought terrifies me….
Connecting Energies
The second year of my father’s passing away is fast approaching. This is bringing a whole new set on unknown emotions to the surface which I am trying to process. Am I feeling melancholic? Am I at peace with his death? I know that I miss him and try to fit his presence in my everyday life, however I still catch myself crying every now and again, especially if I come across a photo of his that I hadn’t seen before, or if a movie or a story reminds me of him, his greatness or his sickness. Will this ever heal? Do I want it to? Will I forget him? This thought terrifies me….
This photo is called “connection” as through it I feel as though I can somehow connect to my late father.
A Visual Poem
In my visual language, darkness is not something to be scared about, or something to stay away from. Darkness can be comforting, it is an unknown, but a comfortable or even friendly unknown and this is shown in the warm and rich hues it which it is embedded.
The second year of my father’s passing away is fast approaching. This is bringing a whole new set on unknown emotions to the surface which I am trying to process. Am I feeling melancholic? Am I at peace with his death? Will this ever heal? Do I want it to?
Solitary Fisherman
ɪˈfɛmərəl/ where I am now..
Synonyms: fleeting, evanescent, transient, momentary, brief.
adjective: lasting for only a short time; transitory; short-lived: ephemeral pleasure
noun: a short-lived organism, such as the mayfly
a plant that completes its life cycle in less than one year, usually less than six months
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I am unto something, but I don’t know what it is yet.. all I know is that it’s ephemeral.
During my late father’s sickness I worked on a series of painting and ideas called “energies” whereby I tried to express my feeling of having one life form passed on to another, whereby energy does not start, and does not end with death, it evolves into something else… This something else has been very fascinating to me.
During the summer, we traveled to Galicia (Northern Spain) and this amazing marine fauna inspired me .. it kind of relates to my previous investigations of energies and life and are totally ephemeral – you can only see them when the tide is low.
Playa de Los Catedrales is part of a process that is taking me somewhere new.
I still have to work on it and understand where I want to go with it, but I do know is that it is something ephemeral.
Seascape: Playa de los Catedrales, Galicia
Ephemeral: On Mussels & Barnacles II
I am unto something, but I don’t know what it is yet.. all I know is that it’s ephemeral.
During my late father’s sickness I worked on a series of painting and ideas called “energies” whereby I tried to express my feeling of having one life form passed on to another, whereby energy does not start, and does not end with death, it evolves into something else… This something else has been very fascinating to me.
During the summer, we traveled to Galicia (Northern Spain) and this amazing marine fauna inspired me .. they touch on my previous investigations of energies and are totally ephemeral – you can only see them when the tide is low.
Playa de Los Catedrales is part of a process that is taking me somewhere new. I still have to work on it and understand where I want to go, all I know is that it is something ephemeral.
Ephemeral: On Mussels & Barnacles I
Whilst on a family road trip in Galicia during the Summer we went to the beautiful Playa de Los Catedrales.
Although I loved the scenery and the geological architecture, it’s what the low tide uncovered that got me excited.
I fell in love with the colors and textures and hope I’ll manage to produce some artwork based on them.