Knowing that the relevance or reasoning behind some work may take years to become apparent was a lesson worth learning. 

Somethings are falling into place.

Above image is a reworking of a piece of 9 designed to be hung together, 3 text drawings, 3 photographic works and 3 visual drawings. From a body of work called “still subject” 2010

nostalgia is a mental illness and i’m seeking provenance

The mind map i constructed onto polythene sheets seven months ago is threatening to come away from the wall due to the heat from the radiator. I like a warm house like i need a clean house, it stays with me if i don’t get time to tidy up after myself before leaving. I actively think about the state i am coming home to during the course of the day. 

He asked if considering last nights escapade i’d thought about contraception. It had crossed my mind more than once or twice during the sixteen hour period, so had the response of wanting children less than wanting to go to war being a strident passivist. I felt it echoed the same sentiments he’d made about previous convictions. 

I feel i keep coming back to the notion of documentation and wanting it almost as proof. I’m raking through online photographs searching for certainty. Searching for placement of feeling. 

Recognition is requiring its own validity. 

A logical plane and then something else, ethereal and wanting but not able to be ephemeral. 

To quantify, that was the expression. It lay on the tip of my metaphysical tongue, the one which speaks aloud in my head.

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Don’t forget me because there’s no value or beauty in the trouble of losing the time that we have by now survived. It’s terrible, beautiful and infinite this sea of memories that penetrates me, but I don’t have any fear.

Memory, hider my life.

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I’m in full theoretical work mode at the moment the walls are full of post it notes. Then I stopped for a moment and found myself writing this #existence #experience #processing #consciousness

I learnt to knit 6 months ago so I could start this piece #knitting #fishingwire #newwork #sculptural #domestic #maquette

“To be human means to dwell in the openness of time, in defiance of the oblivion of nature, and hence to be governed by memory.”
— Robert Pogue Harrison, Forests: The Shadow of Civilization. (via batarde)

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