there's been a little introduction of the geometric lately, creeping its way into the predominantly organic nature of my drawing. there's always a tendency to pattern, repetition and order in the organic anyway, coupled with its intrinsic tendency toward entropy, decay and chaos. these paradoxical and yet completely intertwined forces pull the universe forward in an oscillating rhythm.
i've been thinking more about the description that one of my teacher's gave my work - triffid logic. it's been many years since i read john wyndham's classic novel but the idea that my work evokes a sense of nature evolved, of nature empowered, of nature working together in a 'logical' fashion, presumably driven by an urgent sense of reclamation, definitely rings true.
additionally, my wife has mentioned that my work suggests an almost quixotic relationship with nature. a desperate desire to connect to, understand and unpack nature that ultimately only ever leads to a failure to fully be with nature. climbing trees, running into trees, inventing new speculative forms of flora, trying to extract sound or information from plants... all these things demonstrate a clear effort toward bonding with nature but almost always end in a failure to clearly articulate a fully mutual relationship with it. i'm trying rather desperately to be at one with nature, and in so doing, just emphasise the impossibility of that objective.
so, these thoughts sit at the back of my mind as my pen concocts images of plants that never existed and plans for potential performances with trees that almost always involve physical exertion, discomfort and bondage. now what does that tell you!?
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