a natural symmetry
Dimensions
5.30 min (duration)
Materials
Video animation: digital video projection, comprising an animation using hand-drawn and computer-generated graphics
Artist statement
‘Growing up in Sydney as the child of Italian migrants, I have always lived between two worlds. When we returned to my parents’ village for an extended time, my sister and I were sent off to the convent to spend sultry hot summer afternoons learning lace and embroidery from the nuns, to the backdrop of bees lazily humming in the garden outside.
My recent work has been concerned with childhood as seen through an adult’s eyes, and particularly the parent’s instinctive impulse to analyse, preserve and catalogue aspects of their children’s, and by extension their on, lives. Intrigued by the parallels with the work done by curators of natural history museums, these works have become populated by insects and all manner of creatures.
A natural symmetry extends this work to re-examine my favourite childhood pursuit through a mother’s eyes, as each “cell” grows into a baby’s jacket. A memento of childhood — but whose?’
a natural symmetry
Daniela Anna Turrin
Dimensions
5.30 min (duration)
Materials
Video animation: digital video projection, comprising an animation using hand-drawn and computer-generated graphics
Artist statement
‘Growing up in Sydney as the child of Italian migrants, I have always lived between two worlds. When we returned to my parents’ village for an extended time, my sister and I were sent off to the convent to spend sultry hot summer afternoons learning lace and embroidery from the nuns, to the backdrop of bees lazily humming in the garden outside.
My recent work has been concerned with childhood as seen through an adult’s eyes, and particularly the parent’s instinctive impulse to analyse, preserve and catalogue aspects of their children’s, and by extension their on, lives. Intrigued by the parallels with the work done by curators of natural history museums, these works have become populated by insects and all manner of creatures.
A natural symmetry extends this work to re-examine my favourite childhood pursuit through a mother’s eyes, as each “cell” grows into a baby’s jacket. A memento of childhood — but whose?’