Dictating their own terms, the spoon rests tense over the rolling water, the dense heat expanding the recently(?) deceased cellulose of its past
Its increased temperature brought on by its proximity to the chemical reaction below
Steam hurriedly escapes the top
The pot billowing in the corner of the eye
The lid led us to this point
Accentuating certain notes, the voices emerge through a solidity of angles, hewed in the clay casing
Untitled 2 Chains
Not so much a missing link, as two incompatible ends.
We stretch over the edge of the sofa to see below, between its legs.
but don't look between all the cushions.
Incompatibilities are suspect from the onset.
Thataway, there and a direction to follow .
A thousand colloquial terms
The work approaches objects with a peculiar posture of being entrenched within. Cluttered fields of relation, head spinning eyes voraciously taking it in without consumption.
Relief brought on by momentary remembers of a similar flock, that we are limited to our dens and tunnelview.
Tuck right back into it, and there is no direction, a circle rolling with the characteristics of a sphere through a space made of wires.
Translations of a space come casually, reduce to a rolling boil and be sure to skim off any film developing.
My recent work has evolved out of a natural inclination towards material interaction in light of my recent study of object oriented ontologies and speculative realism. The limits of object interaction, as through a thick fog, breath relief not anxieties at the limitations of human shaded perception.
The light of the lighthouse, to the navigator in peril is indispensable and creates a comforting reminder of an external reference point, whereas to the residents of the small village at its base, it provides a different sort of internal comfort.
The orbital trenches engraved with the router read these days as resembling the marks left by digital drawing programs. The perfectly dimpled surface is at odds with the emphatically human handling of the machine.
The router; a rotational edge to mediate the hand and mind objects.
Orbital strikes of a sharpened head to create edges or channels.
A sphere rolling through a two dimensional plane, leaves a three dimensional trace of impact.
Mark making is minimized while difference is garnered from the manipulation of the rotational head through time.
Drawing with a sphere through time, a ballpoint pen without ink.
The blow by blow characteristics of which are industry standards, it is only through time that it is revealed.
The relieving finality of the permanence of the reductive process.
A marble through a wet surface, kicking up a trail of fluid associations.
Composite surface of water and subsurface (concrete, solid)
For my carvings I use various MDF laminate products, trendy salvaged wood, and domestic furniture. The marks remain quantitatively similar across these disparate materials.
The marks left by the router are permanent in the surface, and take focus and commitment to engrave.
The whir of the load engine and particles of the dismissed material flood through the subterranean room.
The light of the lighthouse, to the navigator in peril is indispensable and creates a comforting reminder of an external reference point, whereas to the residents of the small village at its base, it provides a different sort of internal comfort.