(2012 -Ongoing) The Virtual Atoll Projects at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and Micronesia. Dr. Vicente M. Diaz is digitizing the Polowat canoe to create a virtual Digitizing the Ancient Futures Project voyaging experience.Virtualcanoeproject.weebly.com
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On Disturbed G (2012) - was a collaboration project with Cori McWilliams and the Native Project of
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Machines (201Was a collaboration project with Robert Wriggly curated by the Northwest Museum of Art and Culture Territory: Generational Triptychs. 1) -
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GENOCIDE TRIPTYCH
1. Theoretical The theory was that the sea might be emptied in which swam those who neither possessed nor aspired to power. The theory was a country could become a factory through which were processed those whose lives might by their very being threaten those whose being required the deaths of others. The theory was that walking, breathing, and seeing were crimes for all men and children and mothers who had walked, breathed, and seen in the shadow of those who understood the dangers posed by such living. The theory was that the shadow was light, and that walking, breathing, and seeing by those who neither possessed nor aspired to power could be, by those possessing power, terminated with impunity. 2. Engine, Factory, Fuel It’s a boneyard, an ossuary, a massive death engine orbiting a star. For its number of dead being equal to all that have lived—trees, birds, every man and woman being and having been in the beginning a child— it is a factory of death in the name of its being alive, and its living are the fuel of its ongoing survival. Only here and there, certain cottage industries thrive: extirpation, eradication, erasure. Interests tribal, certainties of the blood, stockholders political: and the processes of earthly existence are increased, augmented, speeded up. A face becomes heretical, a place is damned, and of all others, some are least. Then the earth accepts everything it is given, and becomes a hell, which might have been heaven. 3. Mass How the bones unfleshed interlock, and the lost thereby become indistinguishable from others. How the skulls of Cambodia resemble most the skulls of Guatemala, and Rwandan mothers become the mothers of the dead who are also dead in Bosnia, their arms of bone around the bones of their children, among the bones that are buried with them. How they’re crowds, citizens, towns. How the bones of a cousin, by a young girl, are covered by a plain handkerchief of white. How she wanted him “dressed” for next world, before the tiny pine box was sealed tight. How we would rather not know, how everything known is not in the earth, and how earth is not yet another bone. -Robert Wrigley |