The Library of Me
So here we go, the second year of my MA. Analizing Practice.
Our first brief is to read "The Library of Babel" by Jorge Louis Borges and interpret in any way we see fit. Having read it I am glad it is open, as I am not sure I understand.
I am thinking that the library is his universe and in it is contained everything needed for survival, but there is still something missing. The constant need for humans to search for something else, never satisfied with what they have.
Or is it a good thing that we are always looking for the "Man of the Book"
I think I will interpret this writing as a series of photos (books) taken of me, and by me, over the period of a few days. I will use my house as "The Universe" and the rooms of the house as the different rooms of the Library. Some photos will show clearly what I am doing, (easy to read/understand), and others will be more difficult to work out, those more difficult to read or even impossible, totally meaningless.
The house contains reference, somewhere, to my universe past and present through memorabilia and photos etc. and even the future through my work, study and children.
I am not sure yet if the pics should be in chronological order random to make the journey around the Universe more interesting.
I see these pics being placed, one after another around my house on every wall in every room, so that as you follow and read each picture, book, you are taken on the journey through my universe.
Due to cost and technical issues, I may just produce a continuous slide show of the pics. Lets see what happens.
