I’m an artist who uses digital and analogue processes
to explore the spatial, visual and linguistic dynamics
of cross cultural experiences.
If you want to try this at home, this is how I did it:
Part 1: I was born in UK, lovingly raised in Spain, and allowed to make a mess. (Actually, soon after learning how to walk, I painted the house walls with found household paint. I was loudly forbidden from making more of that mess, but the memory is erased to protect me from trauma. I have since wielded paintbrushes unscathed). I saw monsters in trees.
Part 2: I was brainwashed into learning that the world’s culture radiated from ancient Mediterranean civilizations. I read. I believed. I looked. I painted. I made. I became short-sighted in one eye.
Part 3: I worked in a handful of countries. I collected bones. I disbelieved. I worshipped found junk and, where possible, stashed it in a secret hiding place (to save from immediate disposal by hoarderphobes) until it could be appended to an artwork. I visited lots of museums, art galleries and landscapes. I talked with hundreds of people. I saw thousands of original artworks.
Part 4: I discuss images. I make more images. I plan future images. I backup stuff that I would not otherwise remember in the future. I accept my bifurcated vision. I forget I have archived. I have loads of secret treasures stashed away. I continue to belly laugh.
Sequels in the making: I may sever my retinal life. I will be thankful. Take a walk with Dante. Travel through spacetime. Philanthropically fragment my frugalormous fortune. Feed vultures. (To be confirmed).
The boring details are here.
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