An oversized apple, with flesh-like, post-operational stitches, lays on the floor as though an unusual metamorphosis has taken place. Next... Read More
An oversized apple, with flesh-like, post-operational stitches, lays on the floor as though an unusual metamorphosis has taken place. Next to it, a pair of lace gloves hang suspended upon fine copper wire that vanishes into the ceiling, into ‘elsewhere’. Is this an alternative Eden? Where the flesh of humans become the flesh of fruits? A form of celestial pregnancy? And perhaps a rewriting of established societal schemas?
The viewer is left alone to ponder the substance and nature of this fruit, along with an increasing desire to reach out and touch it.
Other images start to emerge. The artwork is always it's double, containing an invisible archive of imaginary references - like flesh and mind folded. Lurking here are Andrei Tarkovsky's reflections of the human attached to all of its slippages of recollections of memory and dreams, neither human nor un-human, but existing within an atmosphere that Marguerite Duras referred to as a 'hole world'.
In such places, incommensurability is the measure of everything.
