Artist Statement


The work being undertaken is dealing with sequential imagery to form narratives. Is it possible to look through barriers to gain an essence of what is not there?

The non present that still has some representation, once it has gone, is a strong characteristic in the work. Questions constantly posed to the viewer, try to allow stories to be told or perceived. Can one truly look at images together and not form a history?
The viewer has at some point, to engage and interact with the work and each individual will have different connotations personal to themselves.

The subtle mode of human intervention, by leaving a trace or remnant is to insinuate the presence that is no longer there. To this extent the viewer becomes a voyeur looking into a world or space that has once been occupied. Notions dealing with ‘what has been has gone’ are an underlying subject being dealt with. We are always searching for the something that is not there in our lives and this search is never resolved. If all was there what would be the point in who we are.

The idea of a narrative is a transcendental aspect of the work for which begins to imply notions deriving from the uncanny. This can leave us with a thought provoking feeling which is an enticement to delve possibly further.
The works aim is to allow a viewer access to everyday situations which may seem mundane, it is the slight twist which is targeted to that place in the mind that we often don’t want to go to, but are intrigued to experience at the same time.

T.S. Elliot once wrote in the poem Burnt Norton:

Time Present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden. My words echo
Thus in your mind.

This is where the work is felt to be.