As we await for the unveiling of this year's selected artists for Art in Odd Places 2010, we feature another AiOP alum to share her story. What is so special about this week's featured artists is that her piece for the festival was inspired by love. Please meet Sophia Hadjipapa, from Art in Odd Places 2009: SIGN. The use of art as a form of expression is nothing new; Using art as a profession of one's devotion makes the message significantly louder. Sophia did just that. The merging of the idea of Love and Art in Odd Places almost resonates a true, yet almost cheesy, adage about the concept of love: It comes up where you least expect it.
There is much to say about Sophia, but I don't think I will be able to give her justice. Before I get carried away, I will let her do the talking so she can walk us through the process of creating her piece last year. I promise you this is one is great read.
AiOP: Tell us about you
SH: I was born on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus to a Bulgarian mother and a Cypriot father. I spent my life between the two countries and thus could not relate to one single cultural identity. After school I studied Painting at the National Academy of Fine Arts in Sofia, Bulgaria then completed a PhD in Art History. I now teach art at a university in Cyprus where I also keep a studio. Besides Painting, which was my major, in my practice I also employ video, illustration, installation and text. I come from a family of poets and this may have influenced some of my projects and especially the one created for AiOP SIGN.
AiOP: How was your Art in Odd Places experience?SH: I met Ed Woodham and the curatorial team of Sign during my artist residency at SVA last summer (2009). Through a collaboration Aiop has developed with SVA, resident artists working in the realm of public art were invited to create a site specific project on 23rd street. Ed, Radhika and Erin met with us and discussed our ideas helping us to develop our projects further. They gave a presentation of previous work done in AiOP Festivals which was inspiring for all of us. After a successful presentation of my project in 23rd street I decided to apply for Sign and create something for 14th street. Fortunately my project was selected and the curatorial team of Sign helped me present it in the best possible way. Since I am currently living in Cyprus I was unable to be there during the time of the festival but I know that it was quite an exciting month. I was getting updates from AiOP on all that was happening during that month and that made the experience much more alive for me.
AiOP: Walk us through your thought process in creating your piece for Art in Odd Places.SH: Last summer I went to Venice for ten days to take part in a European art project with my students. I was excited but also sad, since Venice is a place for two to enjoy. The lack of the loved one however is felt more intensely from the one who stays back, in the home’s routine. So, my husband wrote me a poem while I was gone, talking about emptiness and loneliness and how it persists despite the good life one might have. One week later, I was on the road again, or rather on the plane, this time travelling to New York. This trip would be longer and the words he had written resonated in me much stronger. Yes, I was in New York, yes I was in this great residency of SVA, but something was missing and nothing could fill that gap.I had many ideas about creating a public art project on 23rd swirling in my mind, but one gradually became stronger: I started to look for ways to make the poem he had written come alive and re-invent it in some way, visually, so that its meaning would travel back to him through my means of expression, the visual language. As I walked on the streets, mentally reciting the poem, it attained new meanings in the big city of New York, where most people seemed to be satiated materially, but still empty inside. In big cities loneliness seems graver. I imagined the poem in space, where people would see it, in their environment, and stop for a moment to ponder on its minute truths. First, I thought of carving the lines of the poem on trees: each cadence on another tree. This way people would meander around it, and its lines would unravel one by one, as precious truths. After all, people always carve their loved-ones’ names on trees, or any other message they want to communicate to the world. Instead of names, you would have an unfolding story of love. There were some practical issues I encountered: first, there were not enough trees on 23rd street to carve, and even if they were, that would be a lot of carving, and not so beneficial for the tree. Then I thought of creating the text in wire and hanging it off the trees. Again, something was missing. I was adding to the trees, while I wanted this poem to be impregnated by this city, to become part of it. I had walked up and down 23rd street and had noticed how people didn’t see much, didn’t notice much and just went on their way, hypnotized. I imagined creating new experiences for the site, enlivening it, by inserting my poem in unusual places. I had taken a lot of pictures of 23rd street. Of things unusual, or usual, architecture details, shop fronts, empty planters, puddles. I took pictures of hydrants that seemed very characteristic for New York, so typical, no one notices them anymore. And then, the picture of the hydrant suddenly clicked with one of the poems’ lines: This water refreshes, but cannot reach the depths your presence touches.
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