my dirty little secret. part deux
at it's most basic, your whole life is just a collection of moments. sweet moments, happy moments, long and bitter ones, moments in the rain, ones that you'd rather forget, moments that send a shiver down your spine, moments that never happened like blown kisses that never got caught. and those moments, those memories, they never really have any order to them. they're scattered across the vast plain that sprawls endlessly in the back your mind. but in the mess and the haze, there are always beginnings, where it all started, and it's not until you're given a little time to absorb it all that it suddenly hits you, that you can say, hey, that's it, that's where it all began.
I'm interested in semiotics in our relationships and the misinterpretation of communication especially relating to intimacy in thought, love vs fear or is fear and love the same,? They are simply miscommunicated and thus defined as different?
" In semiotics, the concept of a code is of fundamental importance. Saussure (1857–1913) emphasised that signs only acquire meaning and value when they are interpreted in relation to each other. He believed that the relationship between the signifier and the signified was arbitrary. Hence, interpreting signs requires familiarity with the sets of conventions or codes currently in use to communicate meaning."
What is the implication of communication when we can literally hear the other persons thoughts? How would the dynamics shift in our relationship if everytime someone hugged you or kissed you or made love to you, it triggered a series of secrets to be told? How would this change us? How would this change them? What happens when we essentially are exposed at our most private levels?
I created a sudo-jacket made of multiple personal garments, each with significance to a period in my life. Old items are sewn together to create a single piece in uniform. Depending on how the user wears it, the garments volume changes up or down thus 'decrypting' and playing vocal tracks of my dirty little secrets: lies, passwords, credit card numbers, stories about my life, relationships and unspoken desires.
I originally planned on having the jackets switched be activated by the 'play' button but after hacking it I realized the play/power buttons are the same, thus I had to change the dynamic within the piece to play with volumes and levels when contacted by another.