LIFE
This is the story of our lives. Billions of individuals, all that experience that joy that sorrow those salient sparks of sentient thought and subconscious sapient beings. Is it just visual noise or does it all build in to something.
IT's HAPPENING AGAIN
They make planes from misinformation, fund bombs with fear, and drop them alongside our standards. Red smoke emotions mark their targets and mask the truth.
Homage to Vostell & Rosenquist
NOW
"Every lie incurs a debt to the truth"
This work ties together a multitude of deceits and their resulting destruction, merging imagery of the Trinity test site and chernobyls reactors as a metaphor for the trail of destruction and long lasting impact that lies upon this scale cause. The very outer edge of the image uses AI trained on the rest of the image to create a "blast shadow" of the truth. The background consists of over 150 lies told by those in power from the last century.
DEPTH
A representation of the nuanced layers of depth that make up our lives, contained within the inescapable commonalities of time and shared humanity. This piece is built up using 8 pages of poetry written in both braille and script fonts.
GROWTH
I aimed to imbue this piece with the change and progress of humanity as told through our divergent evolving writing systems, billions of minds growing in parallel answering the needs of societal change. The select writing systems I’ve represented here, from Cuneiform to braille, Hieroglyphs to Latin, are but a microcosm of the whole, a Bonsai Yggdrasil
SPEAK
Around the world we are seeing progress stall and reversed, legislation being introduced to criminalise the innocent “other”. Increased rhetoric focused on imagined problems to distract from corruption, minorities used as scapegoats. History is horribly rhyming. This work is created in response to the ever growing anti trans rhetoric around the world. It utilises the language of multiple pieces of discriminatory legislation contrasted with information on the broad range of human chromosomal expression. Additional elements include a paraphrasing of "First they came"
ATOM
Self reflection,
A cracked mirror,
Pressure, Expectation,
Destructive builder.
Based upon the structure of an atom, the wider topic of atomic power, and what power means to us a whole. Containing the final speech from The last Dictator and several original poems. This piece represents the extraordinarily intense, yet in the context of the universe, infinitesimal power we hold and our potential to do great and awful things with it. It's aesthetic nature is intended to evoke to logical beauty to be found in science and hope for the future.
INTERFACE
Inspired by the pragmatic machinery of early space exploration, and the last 5 decades of graphical user interface development, it interjects alien and nonsensical elements to convey the presence of emotion and illogical feeling within the human machine and our attempts to read and decipher it.
SOUL
Ascendency beyond being
We have been and now we are
Celestial sentient conscious stream
Orbiting our inner stars
SELF No.1
Delineated
By the marks we make
Will we pull one another down
Or lift each unto their place
A collection of self portraits celebrating human identity and the personal journey of self discovery.
SELF No.2
See, my given name... was a gift given in error, and as wonderful as it’s intent was, it didn’t fit it’s wearer. For when I was born they saw in my form more Apollo than Hera.
Afterall who can blame them, for is the sun not an obvious thing to see,
it’s light literally gives us the clarity. to. see...
The physicality of what is before us, a son
Our sun. In our parents eyes we are equal to none. And I knew that love but it didn’t change the fact that I felt... equal, to none.
I couldn’t find a comparison for my insides, no insight just acting out and acting in, tore apart my skin, made marks that questions spark, and in time grew tired of my feelings fucking whims
I didn’t have the words, I didn’t have the knowledge of the concept that presented to many seems absurd. My fate. That the morning I was born although they saw some truth in my form, Apollo was not bringing a son.
SELF No.3
My given name,
was a gift given in error.
As wonderful as its intent was,
it didn't fit its wearer.
For when I was born
I guess they saw in my form
More Apollo than Hera.
HELP
Held out hope
held back feelings,
“how are you?” “Fine”
A conversation by rote
But how are you really?
It’s okay to not know
THROWN
I felt gravities hold surrender
As you rendered me boundless
But then the machine read error
I was a fragment now cast adrift
Incompatible file
My asteroid Apophis
DUST
We die and then we're born
In acceptance of loss we're found
We dissolve to take form
We free ourselves so we may be bound
To love to live to laugh and mourn
In all lifes beauty and its sound
IRIS
Iris audit my world
IRS of my perception
Dilate pupil unfurled
Pupil of visual education
THINK
What are we if not a combination of thoughts and feelings scattered across the night sky of our conscious and subconscious perception.
NEBULA - I
Those comets fall in anguish
For what we've done
As the sky weeps for us
The stars disgraced sons
We treat the constellations as reflections of our myths and dreams, how in turn would they reflect on us.
NEBULA - II
Welcome to the matrix
Didn't have to be this
But our delusion fucked it
Bastardised saviours, jeez
Us turned to I turned to shit
Now the skies weep comets
NEBULA - III
I know who I am
I know what I do
I know they can
Yet they refuse
We treat the constellations as reflections of our myths and dreams, how in turn would they reflect on us.
REFLECT
Reflection in black mirror,
Are we data points?
Or that data's interpreter.
How do we see clearer.
META
Change is situational Transition is eternal
One consists of adaptation
The other embraces evolution Fractal fractures of my features Dysmorphic forms form my face Madness make of me a creature Quicksilver sanity shape this place.
NAVIGATING LOVE
The instruments on my minds dashboard flash and beep insistently at me , all dials spinning wildly. Trying to interpret the data of this feeling, to find a path through, navigate the space between me and you, hold the course stay true avoid the crash of a crush that wasnt meant to be.
The complexities of navigating the often overwhelming feeling of love, empathy, and compassion.
LIFE
This is the story of our lives. Billions of individuals, all that experience that joy that sorrow those salient sparks of sentient thought and subconscious sapient beings. Is it just visual noise or does it all build in to something.
FLY/FREE
BURN
Don’t you dare have the Gaul to tell me we are “something new”
Just because we are few and the many have come together over time to see our histories erased,
Because they wish to see us replaced with something they consider safe, something “new”.
Knowledge set aflame to keep the ignorant warm. Created as a reminder of the danger of anti scientific sentiment and to highlight how propaganda can rewrite our perception. Burnt books and bodies are what happens when you platform hate and fear. At its heart sits a poem reflecting on the erasure of identities and humanity throughout history. This erasure and otherization stems from desires to control, by creating fear around something not clearly understood and destroying the ability to understand you create a scapegoat. Prior to the Rise of the Third Reich, Berlin was the epicentre for research on sex and gender expression. The first surgical transition was carried out there. The murder of the recipient and destruction of this knowledge set back gender and sexuality research by half a century.
50% of the proceeds from this work were donated to the LGBTQ+ Freedom Fund
HOPE
Hope surrounds. Despair confounds
It is to our detriment that we ignore the fact that an awareness of pain is also an awareness of peace, definition depth and design cannot exist without the difference between light and dark known as shade. We need the two to provide context.