SILVER FIAT VOX
Silver Fiat Vox is a narrative text led installation of a short journey in a car, a devastating, traumatic love story in two parts.
The first cut is the deepest.
Annie tell me a five word apocalypse? I don’t love you anymore, he said.
The doric columns are built hollow and each one held by a giant hand, the hand of a god-like creature placing it down firmly and fatefully. If an incision were made into the trembling torso of the colossal column it would be like a window into the soul of the columns’ Doricness, the soul of the object. Inside the columns are lined with baroque, heavy velvet and bathed in light. Inside the hollow of the exquisitely proportioned column lies the soul of the object for the audience to see: her once beautiful now decomposing face.
The script evolves from a material “love story” to a meditation on meaning, intensity, power, language and trauma, exposing the linguistic film which lies on top and orders a non-hierarchical chaos of the public and private realms of Silver Fiat Vox.