I'm looking at the earth, the soil, the vegetation and the sky.
Zooming out until they appear like little worlds. Like dug up sods. Isolated like islands. Microcosmic systems.
The wind and energy pulsing through the landscape. Breathing. In and out.
Cycles. Movement over and back.
Organs working together and pumping.
Drawn to cycles and the idea of being still or solid while everything's moving and changing around you. This series is motivated by a feeling of complete awareness..when I’m present in the moment and tuned in to the life that surrounds me. It’s a heightened sensitivity to the energy and the air that moves around me and through me and my connection with it.
I imagine dreams, spirits and memories being swept up, dragged through the weeds and tossed around like dust.
“My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.”
The idea of depth and vast empty spaces is what inspired this series. The organic matter and unseen energies that occupy and move in these open areas. The attempt to capture infinite space within the limits of the canvasMuted colours and fine lines create landscapes that are open to interpretation. Painted with acrylic, they are built up in layers of colour and line. Transparent washes and opaque areas are layeres with lines of different media.
I'm drawn to “cycles” and being still or solid while everything's moving and changing around you. I want to descibe the cyclical flow and aim to freeze a moment. stop still the movement, dissect and observe the elements in detail.
Fire is the ultra-living element. It is intimate and it is universal. It lives in our heart. It lives in the sky. It rises from the depths of the substance and offers itself with the wamth of love. Or it can go back down into the substance and hide there, latent and pent-up, like hate and vengence.
Gaston Bachelard, The psychoanalysis of fire
Deprived of certain elements that describe exact scale, these drawings and paintings play with the repetitive image of things falling from the infinite sky. Drops of rain, dust, meteor showers, sparks, explosive matter, etc. Frozen in time, just before they hit the ground or, when completely fallen, the fine line/s connect the sky to the earth
During my time at Headspace Artist Residency in Nara, Japan, I made a series of drawings where I visualised the sounds I was listening to and tried to express how they made me feel.
August 2012My sleep pattern's all over the place and I´m waking at up 4.30-5ish: as soon as it gets bright and the birds start singing really loudly..really!The tropical noise is what strikes me more than anything. The noise of nature and life; creatures singing, croaking, flying, hissing. Rain, thunder and wind. It never stops - 24hours a day. It´s a noise that affects your whole body. Entering the ears and filling the head, belly and soul. The hum, the rythms.Aiko said that there´s no noise during winter...but that the sound of silence can be loud too. I loved how she put it - “the sound of no sound”. Yesterday I made some drawings about this. The sound of 'sound' and the sound of 'no sound'.