blue skies
Solo Exhibition
Bunker Projects, Pittsburgh, PA, Sept 6 - Oct 20 2024
Review: Time-Piece: After Lucia Riffel's Blue Skies by Jenna Peng
Left to right: time after time (video); web series (vases); height of land (shelves); <3, video; pith series (mantle); :-) (it smiled at me and i smiled back) (video); map of a sphere (shelf)
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gossamer, 3D animation, cardboard, plastic, extension cords, lamps, tv, media player, 2024
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Exhibition Statement:
Hey friend,
How are you? How could anyone possibly be? It feels as if we are bolting as people - throwing out our most dazzling flowers and our worst horrors - plummeting towards an end. And maybe we are nearing an end? Or maybe that is just what every generation thinks. I had a conversation with a friend this summer about being in constant oscillation between wanting to end it all and wanting to live forever. Sometimes that line becomes a circle, and the feelings coexist. I’m working in patterns lately, seeing them as a physical manifestation of time cycles, and building my own little time capsules.
I have been trying to process my feelings about moving away from Florida - a place I became so many versions of myself. The gulf, the swamp, the heat, the endless varieties of citrus, and the year-round growing season are now a part of me. I continue to grow things here, and it feels small but magical. My marigolds bloomed in a surprisingly brilliant yellow, and I see them as a mirror. Moments like this are when everything aligns. The light hits the water at just the right angle, and I see the green flash. The endless barrage of input and information changes frequency, and although the static does not stop, I can find space in it as a system I know how to navigate. I feel my feet below me on the sandy bottom. I lift, and float, and watch the clouds pass above. The water is warm, and I am water too. What makes it all make sense for you?
Blue skies,
Lucia
How are you? How could anyone possibly be? It feels as if we are bolting as people - throwing out our most dazzling flowers and our worst horrors - plummeting towards an end. And maybe we are nearing an end? Or maybe that is just what every generation thinks. I had a conversation with a friend this summer about being in constant oscillation between wanting to end it all and wanting to live forever. Sometimes that line becomes a circle, and the feelings coexist. I’m working in patterns lately, seeing them as a physical manifestation of time cycles, and building my own little time capsules.
I have been trying to process my feelings about moving away from Florida - a place I became so many versions of myself. The gulf, the swamp, the heat, the endless varieties of citrus, and the year-round growing season are now a part of me. I continue to grow things here, and it feels small but magical. My marigolds bloomed in a surprisingly brilliant yellow, and I see them as a mirror. Moments like this are when everything aligns. The light hits the water at just the right angle, and I see the green flash. The endless barrage of input and information changes frequency, and although the static does not stop, I can find space in it as a system I know how to navigate. I feel my feet below me on the sandy bottom. I lift, and float, and watch the clouds pass above. The water is warm, and I am water too. What makes it all make sense for you?
Blue skies,
Lucia
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:-) (it smiled at me and i smiled back), 3D animation, 2022-2024
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<3, 3D animation, 2024
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time after time, 3D animation, 2024
gossamer, 3D animation, cardboard, plastic, extension cords, lamps, tv, media player, 2024
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height of land, stones, mortar, acrylic paint, wood, 2024
left to right: pith series, :-), gossamer
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pith series, limes, lemons, and mandarins, 2024
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web series, plants, mortar, acrylic paint, leca, glass, 2024
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