The Consequences of Misjudgement Print

Central to my work is a fascination with the interstitial; spaces charged with the energy of possibility like the tiny spark of static electricity that jumps from finger to a doorknob. In these overlooked gaps are dream-like worlds populated by our ghosts and their many shadows, made solid for an instant only to fade back into the diaphanous ether from which they emerged. Not just the resurrection of our collective memories, these ghosts are also reflected fragments of our present and harbingers of a furtively glimpsed at future. The incongruent images that intersect here are strange bedfellows bumping elbows in the gloom, sometimes entering into a comfortable dance, sometimes engaging in bristling conflict and sometimes the dance and the conflict are one in the same. This dichotomy is most evident when nature and human collide. Though we vainly try to domesticate and cultivate the natural world around us we are inextricably a part of it. We shape and morph nature, twisting it into almost unrecognizable forms only to discover that in doing so we are really contorting ourselves. These echoes weave their own intricate histories in their own languages; mirrors that reflect our own familiar stories.