a victim, sacrifice, atonement
I've been searching for a metaphor that can sum up the entirety of my interests, a space that lies between the very vast and the very small. It is a system writ large into the structure of things, compounding every nuanced surface, every thought and idea. A simple piece of humanity laying somewhere between stars and bones, summoning the great and small triumphs of our innumerable endeavors. I look for the patterns, I look for the symmetry, and I find in them no reason for "why" plants grow, bodies die, or birds sing but there should be a "how" they happen to be this way, how their shapes have fit themselves into our ever expanding systems of complexity and knowledge. The work I create attempts to straddle these concepts surrounding chaos, pattern, and emergence. These are the pillars I search for, the hands that hold my metaphors.
wood, feather, brass, fabric