Slated (ongoing), 2025Photocopies on paper, handbound book, slate rock, collage, postcard, found paper, pencil on paper
Made from the pencilled notes and photocopied repeats, this floor-based arrangment I also consider as a sketchbook, a sculpture, a grounded expanse for image and object play. How do we move through repeats, the printed error, the photocopied copy that is unreadble? Can random words on a scrap piece of paper be allowed to meet the intentional words of a diary log? Is this consiered poetry or is it too scattered into segments that don’t follow the expected left to right reading we learn to read in school?
What happens when a circular hole in a wall meets its matched shadow in a round image. Can it also be moon, a photographic lense looking at a building of a place we don’t know where?
and what now of a volcano that lives as a postcard, will it be hot to touch and monsterously loud to hands when it is touched? These cut out grooves that imitate symbols drawn by another. An of cut of paper with a white quater of another curve.
The note book is sat open, the slates are not slated here. They hold up, cushion, elevate offcuts into pearls, molluscs sucking on stone, pages are light in weight and information, Take in as much or as little as you need.