The gaze is predatory, it misrepresents; it deceives.
Things lend themselves to the gaze while remaining that which they present themselves as.
The pertinence of art lies not in how a thing conforms to the gaze but in the resolution of the contradictions and confusions which the gaze generates.
I am a sculptor. I create devices to bring about this sort of reconciliation.
I combine powdery materials such as polystyrene, sand, mica with paradoxical precision. I play games with notions of scale, mass and origins. I refer to abstract figures and summon forth fabulous beings. These beings break through the raw whiteness of the walls and hold themselves in, quite still. Their names, - often compound names- which enable designation, are borrowed from various mythologies and from the most common language of today. Those with animal forms are mostly devoid of orifices or external organs. Their bodies often have only one limb.. As performers, their postures show evidence of various afflictions. Other pieces might include one or several stones or fragments of organic matter.
