2018
aluminium, steel, paraffin wax, jelly wax, soy wax, dye.
photo: Christopher Arblaster
I fold and I rise. I accept and I deny.
Perhaps these aren’t opposites creating difference, but a simple, soft, performative machine that begins in the centre, oscillating between stability and fluidity. It is both, but isn’t quite either yet.
I thought I had learnt to manifest a durability. To be a house, secured for a storm that won’t ever come. But this doesn’t take courage, and does not accept uncertainty. There is no invitation to transform. Freedom of movement doesn’t come to those that have already been defined.
This does not mean that to remain open, one must only self-expose; harboring a porosity that forever welcomes. Perhaps the answer is not to create so many passages inwards, too many holes prevents movement. The importance is to use both.
How to be less like the house and more like the garden.