John Schmidt, Breaking
Albert Pedulla, The Water Pitcher
"[This] entails a gum-bichromate photograph (of my arms) mounted on a spring-loaded mechanism that pulls at a rope. The image of the rope in the photograph runs off the page and transmutes into a physical rope. The materialized rope continues up to a pulley mounted on the ceiling where it drops down and ties off to the handle of a porcelain pitcher. The pitcher is mounted on a plinth attached to the wall about 15 feet above the floor, tottering on edge. Directly below the spout of the pitcher is a rectangular, transparent receptacle that is built into the chair rail above the wainscoting. In the bottom of the receptacle is a second, small gum-bichromate photograph of a face peering straight up. The receptacle is partially filled with port wine, so the gaze of the photograph is met through the wine. As the parishioners entered the sanctuary, they first encountered the work through the sweet smell of the port wine infusing the sanctuary."
"The portrait at the bottom of the receptacle was of a good friend, Jack Flannery. He was a parishioner at the time (Irene Flannery's husband) who had been diagnosed with an aggressive brain cancer. We regularly prayed for him as a congregation. He had a near mystical attitude about his diagnosis and ministered to us more than we were able to minister to him. My installation was a meditation on the tension we feel, as individuals and communally, interceding for a loved one and praying fervently and relentlessly for healing. For a miracle. The piece ends as it begins, with the sacramental incense of the wine wafting through the space, accompanying you out of the sanctuary and into the world."