Five raw canvases, suspended, bound to the wall solely by paint. They are caught in the void between chaos and order, between freedom and restraint.
The paint is used for its materiality – yet it strives to escape the borders of the fabric and the walls which contain it.
Contrasting opposites in tone, in interior states, in feelings. The human condition is always this fine balance of otherness; feeling like a separate body with skin that acts as a barrier between oneself and the world, and a historical thirst for society, structure, and organisation between other bodies.
Art cannot exist in a vacuum, yet it cannot also exist in a volatile space filled with static noise. inadvertently, art holds its truth in being a vessel that enables the viewer to stop in presence. One is pulled away from their deliberations on the past and future and is instead stuck in a bubble of time as they observe an artwork. They look at what is in front of them. They do not think what the artwork will become, nor do they think of what the artwork was. All they can perceive is what the artwork is.
My studies and the subsequent artworks I have created have revealed to me that the present moment, in its rippling balance between chaos and order, is inherent in all aspects of life and art.
