Site-Specific Installation

St. Augustine is a city rich with history. It was established on September 8th, 1565 with a mass held by Father Francisco Lopez de Mendoza Grajales. I wanted to make a piece that commemorated this very important milestone in the history of St. Augustine by replicating an altar. There is a labirynth on campus that is perfect for showcasing the piece because of it's ritualistic undertones. I made a box and then burned the top in order to leave "traces" of what would have once been on the altar: candles, a bible, and a monstrance. I then stained the box to give it an aged feel. I'm extremely happy with the piece and how it relates to the space. The box sits perfectly in the center of the labirynth, highlighting its central importance to the concept of a mass celebration.

Research

https://www.floridamemory.com/items/show/163971

https://www.visitstaugustine.com/gallery-image/first-mass

https://missionandshrine.org/

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