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2018-2020
Red wine on paper 310 × 150cm
These artworks reveal lacings of red wine on paper; materials chosen not only for their sensuality but for their embodied contradictions of memory/forgetfulness and preservation/decay. My perception of time and reality altered following a leukemia diagnosis; I existed in what felt like another dimension, at one with the rhythm of the earth. I was compelled to lie on a lambskin on my studio floor and make repetitive marks over and over again. I delighted in watching the wine yield to the elements, light and oxygen influencing the depth of colour and the sweet, musty smell of fermentation. The markings grew like life, waxing and waning, dividing and multiplying, rhythmically, cell by cell. I became a body floating on the water, watching the sunlight play through its depth. I became the lapping of the tide. My part in the creative process now complete, these works, with their own agency, change still. They will continue to evolve, to age, until eventually, they fade into a hint of their own memory.
2018-2020
Red wine on paper 310 × 150cm
These artworks reveal lacings of red wine on paper; materials chosen not only for their sensuality but for their embodied contradictions of memory/forgetfulness and preservation/decay. My perception of time and reality altered following a leukemia diagnosis; I existed in what felt like another dimension, at one with the rhythm of the earth. I was compelled to lie on a lambskin on my studio floor and make repetitive marks over and over again. I delighted in watching the wine yield to the elements, light and oxygen influencing the depth of colour and the sweet, musty smell of fermentation. The markings grew like life, waxing and waning, dividing and multiplying, rhythmically, cell by cell. I became a body floating on the water, watching the sunlight play through its depth. I became the lapping of the tide. My part in the creative process now complete, these works, with their own agency, change still. They will continue to evolve, to age, until eventually, they fade into a hint of their own memory.