I like to tell tales. Political stories about love and loss. Surreal, dadaesque and sometimes plain bonkers. As non-sensical as the world is.
21st century events are tense, destabilising and rotten. It’s difficult to make sense of it all. Its difficult when everything around you is unstable and everyone is clinging to a raft of conformity and systems that don’t work. Every day is about survival. The causes are complex, overlapping and manifold. Complicated by random beauty and kindness – some things just aren’t right.
In an attempt to untangle the complexity, I have been rummaging through autobiographical and cultural memories. Backwards to go forwards.
And making art.
Drawings, paintings, films and little performances via a cast of characters. Canvas costumes and objects: tanks, kalasnikovs and gas masks. It’s not the things that are wrong but the ideologies.
Recent works play with the traditions of painting, canvas and support, and the alchemical function of an idea made visual. In performative works I dress in sewn canvas. The empty costumes transform from inanimate objects into sites that locate the work and house short films – and back again – performed or hung, and animated by simple technology, light, sound and projection.