During the height of the COVID lockdown, I found a box in my mother’s house. It was a strange collection of beautiful objects – luminescent feathers, a perfectly preserved butterfly and a glistening rainbow beetle… They were also dead.
The box got me thinking about human relationships with the so-called natural world. While our interconnectedness is undeniable, is there a way out of the basic instrumentalism of our human viewpoint? How do we manage our grief for lost environments? I captured a few small, quiet moments of attempted reciprocation with the non-human, and wondered whether they matter in the context of overwhelming systemic destruction and the ever-increasing dominance of the virtual world.
– Erica November 2020
With the assistance of LMCC Governor's Island Residency
2-minute excerpt below (4K video and sound, TRT. 9:20min)