Borrowing its title from Robert Smithson’s film, East Coast / West Coast in which Smithson plays a caricature of a west coast artist, whom he depicts as childish, mumbling, and consumed by vague self absorbed spirituality. I counter Smithsons narrative and instead suggest that Smithson’s work is based less on bookish conceptualism and more on cinematic Sci-Fi fantasy. I embrace this idea and follow it further by depicting Smithson not as one of his entropic landscapes but instead his image is carved in ice, and stored in a dorm room refrigerator. Preserved forever in some post-earth time capsule where physical attachment can outlast memory.
Mini-freezer, Philodendron plant, ice, wig, glasses, found objects, paint
