In the formal exhibition, there will be two computers to present different materials and the details of them are as follows.
Computer 1:
Play the video and music to help viewers experience the theme.
- Display Video:
Prologue (introduction) + Blur (including memory of faces and object scenes).
- Continuously Background Music：
Play real-time in Ableton Live.
Computer 2:
Focus on Viewers’ real-time Interaction
- Fade:
Viewers should click a button on the laptop to take a photo first, then speak randomly to the microphone. The sound data and image are transmitted to the Max Patcher. The participant’s portrait will show on the screen, and some visual effects will appear on the screen when the participant is speaking.
Visual changes depend on the level of sound. When the visitor calls loudly, the image becomes relatively clear, while when the sound diminishes, the image becomes blurred. If the call disappears, the screen will gradually become blank.
We provide a poem as reading material to help participants get involved as follows:
By the boundless shores of Lethe, I seek your trace,Faces once clear, now blur in memory's breeze.Like dew in the morning sun, vanishing without a trace,Your smile, your gaze, with time, quietly flee from me.I reach out, trying to touch that fading shadow,But grasp only air, and a faint scent of melancholy.Alzheimer's, this silent thief,Steals our shared memories, bit by bit, from our world.There was a time, side by side, through seasons we trod,Now, I walk alone in this memory's barren land.Your name, I softly call, through thickening fogs,Your face, I struggle to recall, only to blur more with each attempt.Even if memories fade, love remains,In every dawn, every dusk.Alzheimer's may take away your memory,But it can never take away, our undying love within. In twilight's gentle sway, amidst memories gray,Lie forgotten relics of a bygone day.A radio whispers melodies of yore,Its staticky voice echoing forevermore.Beside it, a television set, silent and still,Once a portal to dreams, now void of thrill.Images flicker, then fade into mist,Lost in the labyrinth of time's twist.A fan hums softly in the corner's embrace,Its blades spinning tales of a forgotten grace.Once a companion in sweltering heat,Now a silent sentinel in memory's retreat.A jar sits empty, its purpose unclear,Once filled with treasures now lost, my dear.Its glass walls hold echoes of laughter and tears,A vessel of stories from forgotten years.In the recesses of a mind now adrift,These objects linger, their memories swift.In their silent presence, a tale unfolds,Of lives once lived, now in shadows enfold.Oh, how time's cruel hand steals memories away,Leaving behind mere relics to sway.Yet in the heart's recesses, they shall forever gleam,Echoes of a life, like a forgotten dream.
- Vanish:
First, the participant’s movement path was captured using the same real-time camera and overlaid with the part of the video, allowing the participant’s face to blend in among the different faces generated by the AI, creating the illusion of being lost. Finally, the participant in the frame drifts away with particles and the frame goes black.
