Projection Booth

do you have a hack for my wounds?

Projection Booth / the mind reels

Cans of memory-clips lie all over the brain. As stock memory reels arrive in personal projection booths — we project what happens next, we act and shoot the story of our personal and collective lives

Brain time is relative in our personal cosmos. That older memory may screen first, shaping the sequence. Loaded with imperfect perceptions, cellular celluloid may scratch —  like old Kodak — and melt midway through the feature. The light scatters

What then shines through? What filters in? After a life watching comedies, tragedies, news clips, home movies, and the world stage — we view the same script differently. We picture a new scene, a new mind-set

Harnessing the brain’s relativity — its plastic capacity to change —  to break a habit, pick a path, seek solace,  write a new story –– is a red shift for the mind. Whether through practice, immersion or electro-magnetic mediation –– as the mind’s light bends, it may mend

what was once a whisper / is a broadcast now

each person is a platform / for ears close enough to bite –– Andrei Codrescu

Projection Booth is an exhibit that animates and explores the nature of projection within the mind, not merely in psychological terms, but also as it relates to aspects of neuroscience, healing and tantalizing postulates of how consciousness may emerge within the brain

Our series of video projections, spoken words and effects represent our vision and interpretation of how the mind changes over time (neuroplasticity). We’re interested in how harnessing that ability to change may heal and reveal proposed neural correlates of consciousness. As memory reels screen in our personal projection booth, we ‘project what happens next’ — this projection directs our actions. Through dynamic immersive light, we invite visitors to contemplate not only why and how we think and act the way we do, but how our thought patterns change over time. We aim to start a conversation about how the ability to ‘change our minds’ heals and helps reveal truths how and where consciousness lies

we are deeply grateful to Hugh Rogovy, Lulu Parent and Asher Rogovy of the Rogovy Foundation for their generous support of Projection Booth

Lin Jingjing is an internationally recognized installation performance video conceptual artist whose work is frequently on display in New York and Hong Kong. In April 2024, Jinging was cited as one of the top 10 artist participating in Art Basel Hong Kong. Her work is included in eleven museum collections and has been featured in over a dozen solo exhibitions, as well as more than twice that number of group shows. Profiled in the Tate and highly regarded, Jingjing describes herself as a multimedia conceptual artist who frequently employs experimental narrative techniques to present a possible future infused with absurd imaginings and humor. How perfect for us!

private event exhibit, NYC June 1-3 2024

image © Lin Jingjing | Aureola LLC 2024

(poem – video 1)

DO YOU HAVE A HACK FOR MY WOUNDS?

Boredom is the bedroom of monsters

What do we miss?

Do my forgotten memories live in you?

Can I visit your brain?

Are my old space toys there?

Something there is     are you that something?

I walk with a map of someone’s life shining from the roots of my hair

Can you forget what’s not yours to forget?

Can you remember what never happened?

Do you forget before nature or witnesses do it for you?

E very thought is a missing ship

We each project a world — from inside to out

Realities differ —- translation is difficult

Do we misunderstand?

I am a vision looking for a way out of my head

Will we ever be safe from interior monologue?

The enemy is tedium     tedium is the medium

Is this the world with clowns?     Or did I land on the tear-duct orb

Have you thought about not expiring?

Which trench of history do we firmly remember?

My body —- spill-proof, but not quite

Do you have a hack for my wounds?

My blood will visit you later to tell you the story and how to forget

Should we give history a vacation?

In minds emptied of memory

no myth is lost

Selves shelved in cellular stores

Mind minus memory maintains essence

The entity connecting head and heart pulses through the baby cosmos

I tried to stumble my way out of the box of self

as best I could given the orders I had

Winnowed wires cabled the words        

I traveled in all directions

Sleeping securely when everyone is gone

is a luxury you don’t have

The fear is always that we go away before we figure out why we came in the first place

I lift my head to the sentence to ask ‘where is your kindness now’

Rooted in foundational fibers   

marrow of mind

Asterisks pulsing

literature calls for blood

Feeding the structure

my bones support your frame

Happy knowing both schedules and eternity

The dead lie like a heavy book cover on us

The palliatives of transcendence are the business of the young

A deaf bear in a forest cave licks a memory from his paw

We say a lot of nothings when there aren’t any humans around

Defaulting to backyard mind modes

swaying in woven wet ware hammocks

Your freedom extends no farther than the menu

Birds of hubris fly overhead all the time

Showing you how to shake your head

the space between

The great surprise is in having revealed an exact prior knowledge

Live as if you were art  and had other purposes

Your charge:

change sense-signals to form

The language of affection does not starve itself

nor do the lights of well made poems

Not a shred of nostalgia anywhere

we haven’t laughed long enough yet

Let’s dowse in wet rocks for the spring of passion

Rearrange the incongruous to produce symmetry

Wave ridden by a dreamer in a happy dream

Where language is snow and stories are walls the tiny lit island surfaces

Span seconds to centuries

bridge edge to service

            image to power

        pillar to post

Wishes come true in the dry black box

that  once held the wet globe of doubt