On July 7th Rostami conducted interviews with both her parents by asking them open-ended questions of what they see as they watched a video piece depicting spaces made of light and shadow. The audio at “ Corner of my room” is fragments of her mother’s responses to the videos.
I only like the light in it, I don’t like the rest of it
It’s showing the shadows
it wants to make something visible, but if it talks to me with darkness, I have no business with it.
I only will see the light in it
I am inside of an airplane, I look down and I see the clouds
It's a frame to the future
makes one feel that the future is obscure
no one know what will happen, but it’s bright.
It’s a triangle
it’s white and it has a curl,
this other triangle on the other side could be the past.
it could be corner of a room
It is night,
there’s a bed,
and there’s a woman rolling in bed.
Or perhaps it is the sea. But even if it’s the sea, still there’s a person rolling in it.
That time when I boarded on a ship that wasn’t yet traveling. The captan let us in to see inside of the ship. I was looking at the sea behind the window inside the ship.
It is this light that wants to draw the sea from afar,
but it just all might be inside of a room.
That time we were walking in the sea, and we weren’t swimming. All of a sudden, we felt that there’s nothing under our feet.
I wasn’t scared in the beginning and thought I can swim to pass it.
I struggled for a while and come out of the water to take breaths a few times, then I realized I am only getting farther rather than closer. I couldn’t see anyone no longer.
That’s when I felt the fear,
I thought it is the end of the line.
It was only after we managed to get out that I started expressing emotions.
I laughed hysterically. A laugh that I could not stop.
It is so small
It reminds me of all the words that has been said to me and bothered me in the past, but I can’t tell what it is.
the things that one can’t either tell what they are, or forget them completely.
when I remember them it hurts.
I can’t tell what this is but I’ll try to see it as something bright and good.
When it gets repeated. It makes me anxious.
I can’t tell what this is. I am sure it’s inside of a room.
It’s like when you try to find an excuse for all the things that has disturbed you to get rid of them, and to make things transparent.
It is in a very small place, Maybe inside someone’s head?!
Slowly a dark shadow comes and takes over
Sometimes it gets darker. In the beginning it’s confusing and upsetting. But slowly, and slowly it starts illuminating and it opens up. This is like a knot, one knot after another one.
It is a room, with a few poles. I don’t know where this room is.
Corner of my room
• Site-specific installation, 2018
• Mylar, see-through mirrors, light, sound
• Corner of my room is a site-specific installation located at the corner of a building on West 10th Window curated by Art In Buildings. This piece is based on an interview the artist conducted with her parents in which she showed them a series of videos displaying plains of reflective film that shift light over folded steel sculpture. The installation will be in conversation with its sister exhibition at Trestle Gallery, titled “the alleyway to the prison’s garden”. At Corner of my room, the artist has built an infinite room where the light is materialized into fluid forms that emulate waves of an ocean. By employing surface, space, light, voids, and shadows, she builds an impossible architecture, and landscapes where she seeks to create illusions of displacement. This constructed space is rooted in her mother's recollections of memories and imagined landscapes of a future. An audio component plays fragments from the interview in the street.