I’ve been thinking about loss and disorientation in my practice; of the valuable space these provide.
In Spring 2020 my studio flooded, one of the many gifts of that year. One of the works that was damaged was this, from my 2011 Breath Collection series. The transformation this piece has undergone somehow resonates with my ideas of orientating – not with the goal of simply circumventing obstacles or instinctively grasping onto solidified (re)direction but of the more precarious process of feeling our way into the discomfort and uncertainty. Within this seemingly nonsensical ‘dark’ maybe there is a potent force of rendering present previously unseen lines, patterns and potentials.