The Island Tapes
Multi-channel moving image installation, dimensions variable, Hi8 video
We awoke to empty streets, the villagers gone, the island deserted overnight. We wandered the landscape, looking, listening, searching. It was so quiet, as if the world was under an enchantment, then we started to hear something unsettling, an indescribable sound, not human but not natural either. It was hard to locate, as if somehow at once emanating from out there in the world but also from within ourselves. We've tried to leave the island several times over the past few months but the threshold to the mainland seems closed to us. We are recording our experiences with an old video camera we found in the attic.