Firsts experimental research report

Follow  the  ribbon.  

                 Instruc)ons:      •  I  slice  my  morning  fruit.  Count  the  seeds  in  my  oranges.  Count  the  seeds  in  my  strawberries.  Count  the  seeds  in  my  kiwi  fruit.  Count  the  seeds  in  my  peach.  Add  the  numbers  together  =  64  and  divide  by  my  lucky  number,  16  =  4.  

The  local  morning  paper  arrives  on  my  doorstep.  I  use  the  randomly  selected  number  to  isolate  a  word  in  today’s  headline.  

The  number  is  4  and  the  word  is  ‘FAMILY’.  (insert  image  of  newspaper  here)  

 I  travel  5km  from  home  base  in  any  random  direcKon  looking  for  discarded  objects,  moments,  people,  thoughts  or  sounds  that  

remind  me  of  this  word.    

Images  that  connect  us  with  FAMILY.  

 We  are  five.  

We  are  three.  

We  hunt,  we  gather.  

We  hoard,  we  harbour,  we  hold  on  Kght.  

 We  shaOer,  we  break.  

 We  eat  to  so  we  don’t  have  to  speak.  

We  write  too  oPen  or  not  at  all.  

We  remember  our  youth.  

     We  love  despite.  

We  grow  old  together.  

We  are  liOle  girls  grown  up.  

 …Where  did  she  go?    

 Why  did  she  lose  her  ribbon?  Why  was  it  placed  so  perfectly  for  me  to  find?  It  was  like  finding  a  piece  of  myself  on  the  footpath.  I  stopped  suddenly  

because  it  reminded  me  of  so  many  things.  The  hundreds  of  bows  Ked  in  

my  hair.  Where  did  they  all  go?    

MeKssage  by  Mademoiselle  Maurice    

Exploring  the  use  of  ribbons  in  art.  The  placement  of  the  ribbon  defines  its  purpose.  Different  ribbons  signify  different  

things.  

Me#isage  is  a  street  project  by  French  arKst  Mademoiselle  Maurice.  Dressing  ciKes  and  making  street  art  with  ribbons.  In  this  context  they  serve  as  a  decoraKve  contrast  to  the  grey  

street  exterior.  

Are  ribbons  more  significant  dependent  on  their  placement?  Do  they  change  the  meaning  of  an  

object?  

Experiment:  tying  ribbons  around  different  objects.  What  does  it  mean  now?  What  did  it  mean  before?  

Is  this  sKll  rubbish?  

Is  this  a  present  or  a  piece  of  fruit?  

Ribbons  are  just  lines.  When  does  a  line  become  a  ribbon?    

 Ribbons  are  just  lines  Ked  in  bows.  A  ribbon  becomes  a  bow  when  it  is  Ked.  A  bow  becomes  a  ribbon  when  it  is  

unKed.  It’s  the  INTENTION  that  defines  what  is  ulKmately  the  same  thing….but  

we  call  it  something  else.  

Lines  that  tell  us  where  we  are.  

What  do  different  lines  mean?    

Data  collecKon  from  the  random  locaKon  #2:  

Lines  that  tell  us  who.  

Lines  that  lead.  

Lines  that  swirl  for  no  good  reason.  

Lines  that  crack  and  show  the  Kme.  

Lines  that  contain  and  communicate.  

Lines  that  support.  

Lines  that  scramble.  

Lines  that  grow.  

Lines  that  show  the  way.  

Lines  that  divide  the  sky.  

Lines  in  nature.  

 Lines  that  keep  things  in.  

Lines  that  keep  things  out.  

Lines  that  are  wriOen.  

When  do  lines  cease  to  be  lines?  When  do  they  become  something  

else?  They  are  sKll  lines.    

Is  a  ribbon  a  ribbon  or  is  a  ribbon  a  line?  Or  both?  

Pencil  Drawing:  Jennah  Porter    

ExperimenKng  with  lines.  Do  we  see  ribbons  or  lines?  It’s  a  maOer  of  percepKon.  

Ink  drawing:  Jennah  Porter  

 Are  these  lines  or  bows?  Are  objects  defined  only  by  the  names  

we  give  them?  “  A  rose  by  any  other  name  would  smell  as  sweet:”  Shakespeare.  

 The  rock  is  pink  because  we  say  it  is.    Rocks  don’t  move  but  this  one  does.  

Are  objects  limited  by  our  percepKon  and  the  names  we  give  them  or  are  

they  capable  of  defying  that?