Cubby Hole, 2015
Cubby Hole, 2015
Finding a balance by harmonizing floating elements
(Cubby Hole, 2015 can be viewed on my Vimeo page)
What fills up your cup? That's a dangerous question. I never thought about it so I just made them, cups that is. Never questioning what's inside. That substance appeared quietly, I thought it was cute at first, fun, whimsical but then I realized that was the end point and I needed to explore the space between.
When there is a crack in a cup and the inside substances starts to seep out you have two options. 1. You clean it up or 2. You don't clean it up. Even if you clean it up like option #1 suggests there will always be remnants of it on the floor, perhaps the remnants start to clog the cracks and crevasses of your hard wood floor and in that space growth happens and it manifests all over again. It's origins though have roots, and that means there is a direct link back, which can leave you feeling uneasy. So now we need to discuss option #2 what happens when it's not cleaned up, then what. I mean who the hell wants to look at a mess all day. Probably nobody, we try not to litter, we recycle in this country but with emotional garbage on the floor something happens, your two dimensional thoughts and feelings now become three dimensional manifestations, and why is that important- because I am a visual learner. Didn't you ever read your own report cards, Dianne.
What's inside of me is like a carnival game, you know your invested because you've paid but deep down you know it's not going to push off the edge because it's rigged somehow, it's not real. But...
...then, suddenly, (it's pouring out of your mouth, like a squished banana seeps out of its skin, doesn't matter how many times its patched up, stuffed, clogged or frozen it defrosts and always finds an exit).
It does. It's likeness is important here. Take note of the colour of the hidden repetition in the chair filet. It opens up to tell a story. A story where experience changes to metaphor. A memory that's fading fast, one you thought would never leave you. Details are foggy but you cling to emotion, you cling to the adjectives that make up this piece. As you describe them things start to come together and you realize the power in reflection but more importantly in the still. These are now still life's (you never thought of them like that before) but now you know where they stay. In a way you extracted them through fragmentation and placed it back a little more together, this way you can make sense of it a little better and can look at it from different angles, the only difference is now you have inserted yourself into the narrative where as before it was always about the experience and the transition never about the actual facts. Now we are getting into the facts and the objects and space and the time that was all suspended together.
So taking familiar objects with angles, spaces to grow and build off of, food items that have a skin and fleshy inside, bold colours that illuminate the space around telling you that this is something to take in with caution, like driving towards a pylon and then the soft, once malleable accents of clay, camouflaged between mixed media a balance is struck, harmony is found and looped on repeat is a narrative based in fact found in a dark place lit by a small light. Amongst the mess, through the composition is where you find this story.
Artist Statment, 2015 is a video I made directly after and in response to Cubby Hole, 2015
View it here
Finding a balance by harmonizing floating elements
(Cubby Hole, 2015 can be viewed on my Vimeo page)
What fills up your cup? That's a dangerous question. I never thought about it so I just made them, cups that is. Never questioning what's inside. That substance appeared quietly, I thought it was cute at first, fun, whimsical but then I realized that was the end point and I needed to explore the space between.
When there is a crack in a cup and the inside substances starts to seep out you have two options. 1. You clean it up or 2. You don't clean it up. Even if you clean it up like option #1 suggests there will always be remnants of it on the floor, perhaps the remnants start to clog the cracks and crevasses of your hard wood floor and in that space growth happens and it manifests all over again. It's origins though have roots, and that means there is a direct link back, which can leave you feeling uneasy. So now we need to discuss option #2 what happens when it's not cleaned up, then what. I mean who the hell wants to look at a mess all day. Probably nobody, we try not to litter, we recycle in this country but with emotional garbage on the floor something happens, your two dimensional thoughts and feelings now become three dimensional manifestations, and why is that important- because I am a visual learner. Didn't you ever read your own report cards, Dianne.
What's inside of me is like a carnival game, you know your invested because you've paid but deep down you know it's not going to push off the edge because it's rigged somehow, it's not real. But...
...then, suddenly, (it's pouring out of your mouth, like a squished banana seeps out of its skin, doesn't matter how many times its patched up, stuffed, clogged or frozen it defrosts and always finds an exit).
It does. It's likeness is important here. Take note of the colour of the hidden repetition in the chair filet. It opens up to tell a story. A story where experience changes to metaphor. A memory that's fading fast, one you thought would never leave you. Details are foggy but you cling to emotion, you cling to the adjectives that make up this piece. As you describe them things start to come together and you realize the power in reflection but more importantly in the still. These are now still life's (you never thought of them like that before) but now you know where they stay. In a way you extracted them through fragmentation and placed it back a little more together, this way you can make sense of it a little better and can look at it from different angles, the only difference is now you have inserted yourself into the narrative where as before it was always about the experience and the transition never about the actual facts. Now we are getting into the facts and the objects and space and the time that was all suspended together.
So taking familiar objects with angles, spaces to grow and build off of, food items that have a skin and fleshy inside, bold colours that illuminate the space around telling you that this is something to take in with caution, like driving towards a pylon and then the soft, once malleable accents of clay, camouflaged between mixed media a balance is struck, harmony is found and looped on repeat is a narrative based in fact found in a dark place lit by a small light. Amongst the mess, through the composition is where you find this story.
Artist Statment, 2015 is a video I made directly after and in response to Cubby Hole, 2015
View it here