History has an Aspect of Oversight in the Process of Progressive Blindness
|Dimensions:||H3160mm x W1300mm x Length variable|
|Media:||Rubber, mild steel, wattle (exotic South African wood), brass, galvanised wire.|
|Materials:||* 6 Chairs covered with cow skin
* Electrical/mechanical rotation device
* 1 ball and claw display cabinet
* 48 wax curio portrait busts
* 48 wax full scale portrait busts
* 55 (approx.) ash building blocks
* Metal support structure
* 1 standing fan
I have tried to make a work which transcends the normal visual narrative, story telling, that which never abandons the power of the imagination. It is a narrative with persistent melancholia, that which wishes to define the lessons of history as truth. I think that such a narrative should suggest and feel rather than instruct or reason.
For me a three dimensional work needs to emit an alchemy that invokes the subtext or subliminal, that which we cannot comprehend. The subject of this work is our flawed humanity, that which comes close to classic tragedy, that which is oblique, hidden, denied, that which we discover within ourselves when we are momentarily elated or unashamedly celebratory, mostly in pursuit of our own baser purposes in life at the expense of another life.
In order re-represent an approximation of this state of delusion, I felt it necessary to employ a sort of dramatic installation, that which could recall a number of simultaneously contradictory narratives. This, in my opinion, resists the tendency for a meta-narrative that defines history as a single or a series of singular stories as reality, but represents it as individual interpretation fixed in time, those which by their very nature are so blunt, crude and predictable that they reveal humanity as flawed and are never ideal. I have chosen the moment of looking as the fulcrum upon which truth hinges, the place where individual perception becomes reality, where fact becomes cliché.