I was recently told my work was about being lost.
That's pretty spot on.
Here's the longer explanation:
My work explores emptiness as an embodied experience, akin to ecstasy. Can a post-religious generation in times of crisis find solace in said experience of nothingness?
Repetitive and accumulative gestures, not unlike a prayer, seek a meditative perspective (observing observation).
I attempt to work on the friction zone between the futile and the Sublime. Where does a gesture aiming for emptiness go from poetry to pointlessness? In a world focused on productivity, what space is available to artistic and spiritual contemplation?