d(r)ought, 2017/2021
Diptych, 871 (h) x 648 (w) mm
The pandemic, with a life of its own, is abundant, vulgar and unemphatic. Fear of contagion, contamination and spread. Body becomes bodies. We are inherently connected, sharing viral matter. Pushed apart through fear, governmental policy, protection, and care.

Time loses form, splices, fragments, distorts, and collides.
Caught in a moment of sickness.
Kinship.
Drought.
Doubt.

What
grows
stretches
grows
toward
the
sun.

Downward
Death​​​​​​​
▢▢, 2018
Image.
Bleed. 
from singular into plural
iterate,
stop. 
Start 
and connect
one vibration 
overlays the other
Background.

Hold strong – 
I belong, 
before you.
Iterate, 
surround
Re-stablize-inhibit
Inhibit.
From,

We move from and experience new places, contaminating them through the vernacular of our past experiences. We create connections and attempt to make connective sense of our environment. Working to construct a backdrop for us to belong against.

In our time of increasing connectivity, intrinsic place can seem tenuous. It can be disobedient, lack clarity, evade intension and desire. Seeming to appear, only to flutter away. It can disappoint. Place can offer nurture or destabilise one’s perception of the world, effecting how we interact with our surroundings. Changing place can throw our expectations into the air...
 

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