Everything's a Ruin Waiting to Happen
Cactus Gallery, Liverpool
Apr 2016 - May 2016

All this countryside is actually just the agricultural industries.
On the road, field parcels.
On the road, road-kill.

There is the natural world and there is the human world. There are few places where humanity exists in harmony with nature.
What would a true connection to nature feel like? Or to the world?
Mother Earth?

There is another industry, one that produces the means of replicating natural phenomena.
Others alter the DNA of plants and animals and disrupt the natural order in the name of profitability.
Some mine minerals to make phones and computers, the first cyborg generation.

The result: there can no longer be a true and sustained connection to nature or other humans.
There is no natural world.

Imagine the planet before the built environment.

There are a lot of things worth keeping and there are a lot of things kept out of reach.

Private property created crime.

Who are the squatters? Rich kids who like punk rock? Desperate people attempting the autonomous zone?
Anarchists or Manarchists? Or is it a contrived attempt by landlords avoiding rate payments?

There is no place to talk about authenticity.
Famous/ now obsolete.

After all of this, equality is no closer to being achieved. There are only little victories, token reforms. Class, race, gender, privilege, could be a memory, not a battleground.
The human has yet to be invented.

Acknowledging your appearance, try to create peace and freedom.
Optimistic, futuristic egalitarianism.
How can you help, not help yourself?

"Oh, to live in the country, with the chickens and those other things..."
Whose fantasy is this?
It's just another way to be packaged off into a house, isn't it?
Homes and offices are the jail cells of the soul, or something...

The separation of all aspects of the spiritual and the physical, natural and human-made. The destruction of empathy and love.
Yin and no Yang

Limits of experience.
Limits of intellect.
Limits of imagination.
Limits of utopia.
Limits of one body.
Limits of democracy.

 

 


Install

 


There is No Austerity but Urself
Digital print on chiffon mousseline, eyelts, fixtures, ball closure ring

 


Self Portrait at the Stage of Totalitarian Domination of All Aspects of Life
Digital print on chiffon mousseline, eyelts, fixtures

 


Flower Series (Happy Little Guy)
Glazed ceramic, fixtures

 


Flower Series (Living Together)
Glazed ceramic, fixtures

Flower Series (Stemming from the Market)
Digital print on silk viscose velvet, clear acrylic, chain, fixtures

 


Install

 


Untitled
Glazed ceramic, water pump, plexiglass case, chains, brackets and fixtures

 


Detail

 


78% Zen
Glazed ceramic, water pump, beading, plastic sheeting, cable ties, local bricks

 


Detail

 


Untitled
Glazed ceramic, water pump, beading, plastic sheeting, cable ties, local bricks

 


Detail

Image credit: Harry Meadley
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