Atransience
www.atransience.cargo.site
2020 - 2023
Web-based Project / offering a space for reflection and contemplation amidst the global pandemic.
Archives are often built upon securing official documents and controlling collective memory by the powerful. In “Atransience,” I seek a positive way to preserve the individual memory as the accumulation of history. The record-keeping system itself is an ongoing chronicle, with the full potential of being “adjusted, expanded, and recalibrated”.
It expresses a sense of timelessness and continuity during the global COVID-19 pandemic, launched in February 2020.
Aside from the archive images collected from various contributors, the website is embedded with random, artificial elements, including plants, signs, music, a chatbot, and a mailbox link to encourage the user to send records in any media, texts, images, etc.
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Best and brightest, come away!
Fairer far than this fair Day,
Which, like thee to those in sorrow,
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
To the rough Year just awake
In its cradle on the brake.
The Brightest hour of unborn Spring,
Through the winter wandering,
Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn
To hoar February born.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Jane: The Invitation
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www.atransience.cargo.site
2020 - 2023
Web-based Project / offering a space for reflection and contemplation amidst the global pandemic.
Archives are often built upon securing official documents and controlling collective memory by the powerful. In “Atransience,” I seek a positive way to preserve the individual memory as the accumulation of history. The record-keeping system itself is an ongoing chronicle, with the full potential of being “adjusted, expanded, and recalibrated”.
It expresses a sense of timelessness and continuity during the global COVID-19 pandemic, launched in February 2020.
Aside from the archive images collected from various contributors, the website is embedded with random, artificial elements, including plants, signs, music, a chatbot, and a mailbox link to encourage the user to send records in any media, texts, images, etc.
Best and brightest, come away!
Fairer far than this fair Day,
Which, like thee to those in sorrow,
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
To the rough Year just awake
In its cradle on the brake.
The Brightest hour of unborn Spring,
Through the winter wandering,
Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn
To hoar February born.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Jane: The Invitation
