Meteorite Cross Section, 2016, Pigment pen on paper and digital rendition
Upcoming 2D hand drawn piece for my exhibition:
aura :: nox :: anima
Stone, 2016, Pigment pen on paper
Another piece from aura :: nox :: anima
Orthoceras Specimen, 2016, Pigment pen on paper
Preliminary sketch for platinum foil print on card // 2016 // 13 x 18 cm
Gold foil print on card // 2016 // 13 x 18 cm
Copper foil print on card // 2016 // 13 x 18 cm
Bronze foil print on card // 2016 // 13 x 18 cm
AURA :: NOX :: ANIMA
My latest video work recently featured at my solo exhibition at Gaffa in Sydney.
The slow passage of time, dancers' long durational presence and exploration within the dunes invite an acknowledgement of our own visceral vulnerabilities within the dense physicality of time, where our bodies may or may not mineralise in our memory in the earth.
After death, earth takes back all parts of our physical selves, via entropic processes of decay and weathering. This aspect of existence, absent from the thoughts and sightings of daily life, is something of which we are now being reminded when seeing collected biomaterial, left behind from creatures no longer alive. Finite passages of time, shifting earth and the elements’ attrition, amplify a sense of disorder and lack of control, inherent in all organic forms and matter. All this, serves as a gentle intimation of earth’s cyclical nature, to which we are all connected.
The video that first started my current body of work. I was granted an artist residency as part of the Port Stephens Film Festival and the genesis of sand, dune, wind, human movement and stillness came together and further supported by my own Bodyweather practice
My first film made as part of my digital filmmaking course undertaken in NYC. I found the buzz of the city confronting and felt everyone's neurotic firing in some strange harmony with the machines. I felt that edge so sharply, that I desired stillness and rather scarce, nature.
Small moving image mediation while I was in a rather remote location in Tahoe. Solitude and some kind of stillness.
favourite memory I
Where the seals come to take refuge during the winter months just out of Wellington, New Zealand