2021

Mixed Media (Broussonetia papyrifera paper, hempaper, video)

Dimensions variable (Paper: 160mm x 120mm each)

Closing your eyes, taking a deep breath

Imagining in your mind’s eye

Oh! It’s a circle

 

Brushing across the tactile paper 

Measuring the best distance

Right! It’s a circle

 

With the heart, comes memory, imagination, impression

With the mind, comes analysis, understand, processing

Straddling logic and emotion

Connected by the actions I take

 

This is a circle in my heart, my mind 
(this is a circle in my mind, my heart)

Tearing away a cave

Can I crawl in? Can I get to the other side? Can I enter?

Perhaps… perhaps…

Knock on the door that cannot be stared at 

 

In waiting

The breeze brings clouds, the clouds bring rain, rain brings stream

Flowing across the door, in lines, in strings, a circle is formed

Oh! The door is filled in

 

There’s no door. There’s no circle

What remains is a spill in waiting

The sun naps in the reflection of the ripples

 

Circles may be unique – an image existing only in concept can easily be imagined, but is experience enough to reproduce a circle?

 

Capturing a circle in my imagination, I tear out its likeness in my hands in an attempt to connect the physical with the imaginary. This action is layered with the circles in my recollections and experience (drawn, sculpted, observed), and the torn pieces are crumbled into a sphere.

 

I’ve become a measurer, as I gaze into the distances between plane and volume, imaginary and real. The handmade paper from mulberry trees becomes a vector of new meaning, returning to its original form as pulp.