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The work I do challenges the structural definitions of how we occupy and navigate. There is base line in that I have been enacting certain architectural spaces. They are best placed in these areas as they accentuate and draw your eyes into areas of the space you might not notice, or question. There is tension, both physical and mental, as the material (2X4s), is primarily used in these installations are held together through tension balance, placement and leaning. There is no nails or screws, no glue or any type of connecting devices. There is body awareness while in the space and anxiety that accompanies the viewer while in the space, especially when made aware of how the space has been enacted.

These installations are all approached in the same way. There is no preparation, no measuring of any kind, except on site while installing, no sketching and or photographing of the space prior to installation. There is a finite amount of material, and doesn’t always get used up in an installation. To talk about one particular activated space over another really has no bearing one way or another. The idea is to challenge myself and put my work in jeopardy. It can never last past it’s allotted time in an exhibition space, and has no real commercial value for a traditional art gallery.

This is important to me, as the core of my practice is to produce the unattainable. Much like ‘knowledge’ in how it can be linked to regional, cultural or even spiritual

foundation; it depends on what you are willing to put your trust in. The idea is to learn by unlearning.

The connection I feel towards my practice is stronger than ever because of this approach and has opened up so much in what I am capable of doing.

 

The Space, Material and ME

I believe, I believe before I sleep, it presses down on me. Hanging over me to give me a sense of impending weight and reaction.

Into the space I take myself. The wood fills the air with the aroma of consequences waiting to be placed

Begging me to question   thrown within and out    placed amongst the resistant nature of gravity, we dance together for hours.

We sweat moisture together, bringing our physical limits equally upon question

Alone in the space with each other, the conversation is not one sided.

The push and pull is real and demanding on my body

Those carry me up, out, across and down...

The muscles strain as we are moving around...the space swallows up the moves we make and beg for more

More lumber    more labor   more danger   it wants more

There is no need to nail these efforts to specific steps, they get held together through intent, negation and a body that is spent

As the wood sweats and oozes its sappy insides, its stickiness on my hands and blackens them

It gathers and lays where the conversation tends to drift, amongst feet of wooden lines and shadows beneath

Hopeless and careful to the end, there can be no decisions to lend a hand

It hovers and wants to fall on my head, this conversation seems to never understand itself

Slivers enter my body absent of an invitation, I keep going as if these things had no say in the matter

Done is it done? Does this mean I continue on?

Once left with this wonder, finalizing this task to fallowing my thoughts backwards as I remember the forward motion continues

Crossing the boundaries that are not mine or yours, insistence on the letting of things

Dependent on the not letting

Its in my way, or is it in your way?

As we linger and sway, and as we hover together to find