I manipulate perceived reality. With photography, animation, watercolour, and soundscape, I combine mystery with technology to summon eerie, ephemeral encounters between the viewer and my imagined world. My work explores melancholia stasis by combining shadow with ritual. This unspoken agreement creates a conversation of doubt, as if they have stumbled across something peculiar that they were not supposed to see, rewarding those who peer closer.
Uncover the strange shadows you see out of the corner of your eye, the fairies that play tricks on you, and the creatures you swear you see right before you blink.
Melancholia is my base emotion. It is stasis. An inescapable being. Limbo fueled by self-reviling and cessation of interest in the outside world. It is a ritual of exchanging sanity so one can keep living. A purgatory. Sigmund Freud it described as, “being caught in an exorable and inescapable relation to the lost object, the ego of the melancholic is in a constant state of damage and disintegration.”
When you experience melancholia, you yourself become a spectre. A spectator of your own life. A wraith. Disconnected from anything that matters. All your senses are numbed except the ones swirling incoherently in unrecognizable language in your own mind.
46 x 30 x 1.5"
30 x 20 x 0.75"
17 x 30" x 2
Past the Threshold
Engaging multiple senses at the same time is essential to create an all-encompassing experience, not just a moment on the wall.
Our minds produce reality and thoughts that only we perceive in our unique and individual eyes. Since make belief memories are stored in the same part of the brain as real ones, it makes them just as real.
I explore how making artwork the threshold can summon an otherworldly reality into this one. I combine mystery with technology to create eerie, ephemeral encounters using interactivity and engaging multiple senses at once.
Soundscape, blanket and pillow
The earthy animation spans the walls, floor and ceiling, inviting the viewer to lay on the blanket and silently stare upward; reminiscent of having insomnia and staring at the worms that wriggle behind your eyes. As others enter the room, they will see the pulsing worms crawling over the viewers as their shadows are cast onto the walls. Echoing birds create a strange yet warm space. A space underneath realities.
Crystals, trinkets, ferret skull, mirror, dried flowers, rocks
Animated fairy lights throb across the still grass. In this clearing, a circle of rocks mark an abandoned hoard of treasure. The uncertain atmosphere both repels and lures the viewer into the circle to examine each trinket. As they walk, they step on dried flowers, crackling and releasing their musty, sweet aroma. The warped grass reflects up the walls in silent, liminal tranquility.
Rifts Into The Otherworld
My work is a celebration of the unknown. Parafiction. The things we wish were real, and what might be real. What could be real even for a moment. The unseen. Phenomena. Sonder. The incomprehensible wonder of the world and the possibility of others beyond the veil. The viewer is invited to partake in the evocation on their own terms.
Artifice versus reality. Doubt. My work creates an uncanny unease by revealing ephemeral materials that change as they are observed.
78 x 29 x 31”
Illuminated by a single source of light, the creature stands still, observing and communicating in the echoing dream space. Shrouded in rags, it clicks and groans. Faceless, the grandmother raven is immersed in dim ambience and foreboding thunder, crawling out of the murky darkness.
Link to video/audio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWkBUBD6IzM&feature=youtu.be
13 x 20” x 2
A series of photographs that meld the realms of reality and the imagined, revealing a narrative progressing between the frames. Dramatic, dynamic, and seeking angles pan over the remnants of dim-lit corridors and crumbling foundation. The building’s lingering character intertwines with subtle alterations and hidden figures, revealing a place without a place.
11 x 9 x 1.5”
A tattered book was discovered in the woods not far from here. It is a relic from the post-apocalyptic future, and in it is the instructional scrawling of a bitter survivor with a sarcastic disposition. It was contained in [REDACTED] until recently when a museum claimed the rights to the book, as it was discovered on their property. Since then, many scholars and scientists have studied the book attempting to decipher what wonders it holds.
This animated photograph is my grad piece. I created it in my second last semester, and its unsettling and alluring presence encapsulates my practice.
Photograph, stop motion animation, mounted on foam core
The faintly blurred photograph depicts a curious scene. A pocket clearing scattered with sun-bleached bones. Four glowing spirits prance among the grass. Fading in and out of the corporeal realm, they privately dance, writhing and twitching to warbled sounds of the almost-forest. Their deranged movements puppet strange glee and ritual.
All is dim.