In an attempt to come to terms with and understand the limitations of the human condition, senescence and mortality, I am in the process of exploring a series of organic surface patterns which fade and disintegrate over time. What is the constant? Does the quantum physicality of the actuality of existence and the phrase 'I think therefore I am ' hold true?
Colours fade, the vibrant diminishes and all returns to the beginning and the cycle begins again. We are motes of dust. Death and decay (Sam Taylor-Johnson installation 'A Little Death' and 'Still Life') is the conclusion.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H21ypJb7KJk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJQYSPFo7hk
This circle of life can be interpreted in a variety of ways. Structural, sculptural, using printed letterforms and patterns. For me, using the human figure is the most evocative form of creatively interpreting life and death, and gives one a sense of one's own mortality through the disintegration of organic materials. An example of the fluidity and fragility of the human condition are the beautifully strange and disturbing sculptures of Francesco Albano.
http://albanofrancesco.blogspot.co.uk
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| Francesco Albano1 - mixed media sculpture |
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| Francesco Albano2 - mixed media sculpture |
I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up alone, It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.
(Robin Williams)
We have the skin we inhabit - our own individual cloth if you will, and those we love or who influence our lives print onto and pattern that fabric, until all lives end and all hearts are broken.
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