I do feel through your Photography you have
mastered the essence of being, in Sculpture. Lit by
shade, the epi-centre a wiry edifice, the human
figure expressing; poise, delight (ecstatic hair),
slumbering, earthy, jagged, organic and standing
tree.
Your drawings although the subject the world over
has been attempted to be mastered, attempt an
ease of outline, a person unkempt and (un)aware of
facade, bulging and fitting unashamed in poise and
shape. Do you think that the model are
complimented by the ashen mark of the pencil. A
honesty and hope that you would not mind the
corner of their shape. Perhaps I should have more
confidence in what the body says about how we
feel within!? I feel that these drawing are aware of
history, Egon Shiel, Emile Nolde, Matisse, but say
different. The message smudged but dry, weighed
and helpful. Background colour when added
provides a shinny backdrop to a fake marble or
dirty exterior.
I am not sure about the wire drawing, because it is
an inital, an eyeful of distracting line, that wants to
sit easy in the composition. Even the shadow
behind is uncomfortable light, but swaying in mid
air, is the signature on a document.
What really got me was that I thought that you
would allow us to collect and exhibit your linguistic
painting. Dialogue has to be mapped and thus the
start of civilised society could be passed with
learning to generations. The reed, the plaque, the
paper, the written type all had to be mediated and
understood, crafted and helped to key in the
inscriptions.
What you appear to be doing is reminding us of the
parameters, of language, the way it should be
presented, your art is a question of statement, a
feel of gearth and understanding that there may be
no understanding if not read properly. Its place and
poise like your photographs is significant for the
next generation who were not here when these
plaques were created.
back and forth, in line as in space, the works
confound and question which civilisation we come
from.
Jewelry is not my specialism, sorry. but an ingot, a
saxon find, a wonder at a trinklet, a notion of
fashion after the death of McQueen. These do stand
true but that is the breadth of my knowledge.
