The Memory of Things
Small plywood signs, 2-5 inches across, on wooden dowels one to four feet high
are emblazoned with the text “Forget I’m a tree.” This work
imagines that materials might have consciousness, and might remember their origins.
The language on the signs is doomed to failure, reminding you of what it purports
to want you to forget. This malfunction is a ghostly after-image of the hyper-functionality
of systems of production that transform the natural world into raw materials.