Drove
Erin Parish

FRIDAY 09.12.03 9PM - MIDNIGHT

Drive into your arteries and back out again, choose the soundtrack on the dial, and make your destination a changing fluid home. It is what you say it is.

What are you thinking when you don't think you're thinking? When nothing hurts to draw your attention to the rapid fire creations in your head? Not the reality of hunger, illness but the stories you are weaving about your past, your future....when the present seems uneventful and you are moving in that way that makes you feel static...What did that glance to the right carry with it. Who flashed across your mind when you changed lanes? Not nothing. It was there- it's never blank inside.

What are you thinking about right now? Not just one thing. Thousands of intersections weaving through each other. And that's just you. Look at the person next to you. In their car, standing in a courtyard- right there next to you...In the process of forming who they are while perfectly still.

It is a miracle we don't have migranes all the time. It is a wonder that we can interact with each other and pull out of the slideshow long enough to build all the things we are mapping out.

Excerpt from
Drove
written by Neda Pourang for the artist's book which accompanied the installation.