Unless we escape our solar system before the sun dies – beautifully, no doubt – our existence as humans will amount to little more than a moment.
Sobering physics rendering our lives pointless. Yet paradoxically – beautiful too.
This conflict – this turmoil and uncertainty – is the source of both grief and joy. Sometimes individually. Sometimes sitting together, awkwardly but beautifully, in the liminal space between chaos and control.
My work explores this in various ways, media and scales, yet almost always starts with ink on a page – that visceral release, or relief, and the start of something new.
Machines.
