Flight
© 2003
Edition of 1
Dimensions in inches (closed): 6 x 6 x 2.25
Materials
Book: paper, digital ink, vintage fabric, acrylic, tyvek, book board
Flight is one of many works created by the collaborative collective of Heidi Zednik and Alicia Bailey (aka Spondere). Spondere was born of conversations, friendship, experimentation and art. To explain Spondere is to look at the whole - individual art projects, collaborations, movement and time.
Flight was created from the ingredients used in a multi-venue installation series called Conversations from the Underground. Starting with exchanges of materials, objects and ephemera from two specific locations (the basement of a Denver, Colorado home and the crawlspace of a home in Asheville, North Carolina) the artists created a series of installations and artworks, including Flight, a rigid page, meander book.
Full text:
swoop flight whats left of flight once the air is no longer carrying us? are we earthbound then? are we at peace or do we dream of rising winds?
a word fills the air and is heard as passing breath.
Flight
© 2003
Edition of 1
Dimensions in inches (closed): 6 x 6 x 2.25
Materials
Book: paper, digital ink, vintage fabric, acrylic, tyvek, book board
Flight is one of many works created by the collaborative collective of Heidi Zednik and Alicia Bailey (aka Spondere). Spondere was born of conversations, friendship, experimentation and art. To explain Spondere is to look at the whole - individual art projects, collaborations, movement and time.
Flight was created from the ingredients used in a multi-venue installation series called Conversations from the Underground. Starting with exchanges of materials, objects and ephemera from two specific locations (the basement of a Denver, Colorado home and the crawlspace of a home in Asheville, North Carolina) the artists created a series of installations and artworks, including Flight, a rigid page, meander book.
Full text:
swoop flight whats left of flight once the air is no longer carrying us? are we earthbound then? are we at peace or do we dream of rising winds?
a word fills the air and is heard as passing breath.
