“The truth is out there.”
Sydney April 2016 (6 photos)
Scully: The truth is out there, Mulder. But so are lies.
Mulder: I would never lie. I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation.
These photos were taken on Cockatoo Island, a UNESCO world-heritage-listed island in the middle of Sydney Harbour. Between 1839 and 1869, Cockatoo Island operated as a convict penal establishment and it was also the site of one of Australia’s biggest shipyards, operating between 1857 and 1991. The first of its two dry docks were built by convicts. Parts of the movie Wolverine were filmed here. Accessible to the public by a short ferry ride, it is free to visit.
“Apology is policy.”
Mulder: You can’t protect the public by lying to them.
The Cigarette-Smoking Man: It’s done every day.
More recently, Cockatoo Island is the location for the Embassy of the Real, one of the 6 themed venues for the 20th Biennale of Sydney, currently on until June 5, 2016. This is Australia’s largest contemporary visual arts event, showcasing innovative and thought-provoking works from around the world.
This particular artwork entitled, “Conscious Sleep”, is a site specific installation in a former prisoner’s barracks that invites the viewer to step into another world; a surreal, dreamlike place not unlike the states of hypnogogia or hypnopomia that exist between wakefulness and sleep. The artist Chiharu Shiota has woven a web of black wool with no discernible beginning or end. The knotted threads can be read as a bundle of fibres creating links between thought and memory; as nerves and synapses within the brain connecting the conscious mind to the world of dreams.
Scully: You said it yourself, once – “a dream is an answer to a question we haven’t learned how to ask.”
My immediate reaction upon entering this art installation was that I was on the set of an X files episode, a show I was a huge fan of. I knew the shot I wanted to get and waited for it. The attendant looked at me strangely as I just stood there waiting for a single person to come in. Then a man walked in and walked through the exhibit to the door into the light. I got my shot (first photo of this post). I try to never let any obstacles – real or perceived – get in the way of me getting my shot.
“Deceive. Inveigle. Obfuscate.”
The Cigarette-Smoking Man: Life… is like a box of chocolates – A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there’s a.. peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast, and the taste is.. fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts – If you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you’ve got left is a… is an empty box… filled with useless, brown paper wrappers.
“I want to believe.”