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Window, 2015
By Fiona Naomi Cashell
Lens-based digital art
1. I made this work because . . . I kept going back to the same place in search of someone I loved. Trying to feel their essence in that place and trying to capture their presence through my eyes, and my lens. I was also very drawn to this particular beach during a cold New York January, when it is usually deserted. Somehow, that’s how I felt inside. But, there is warmth in the cold in that we do find peace through solace, and I found some of it that day on the empty expanse of West Meadow Beach, New York.
2. I hope when people see this work they will . . . feel a sense of atmosphere and emotion. With the application of abstract elements, my hope is that you go somewhere else, beyond the horizon line, and through the imaginary window of the mind.
3. In terms of art history, this work . . . is new. I hope. In my practice I don’t do very much visual research (I mostly read and work from automatic writing, academic research and poetry). Therefore, I can’t necessarily link it to any time in art history or any particular practice or artist.
4. You can see my work . . . at fionacashell.com and vimeo.com/fionacashell. Fiona Naomi Cashell (b. Dublin, Ireland, 1981) is a lens-based digital artist, currently based in New York.
Curios [sic] About is a series featuring works by Dublin artists. It is curated for us by our friends at the Square in the Circle blog, and hosted there as well as here.
Each artist is asked to submit an image of one work and answer a set of questions about it. We’d love it if you’d submit something you’ve made.
The work WINDOW by Fiona Naomi Cashell (Dec 9, 2015), conjured up memories of a dream I had many years ago. In the dream I’m hiking up a treacherous mountain on a stormy day. At the top there is a house that I enter through the back, cross straight to the front door, and when I open this door I behold the sight of an immaculate white beach on a sunny day, with the sea stretching out into infinity. I had found that place of solace and calm within.
The rectangle (window) superimposed in Fiona’s picture became the door through which my unconscious retrieved a long forgotten dream.