A SHOW IN HARRIS MUSEUM
January 4th 2008 - March 2008
"The Simplicities of My Complexities"-2008 is an installation giving birth to a new departure alongside promoting existing video work titled
The show explores language and behaviour through audience participation. This occurs by collecting and collating human responses to an individual character by asking them to state a single word that best describes that person. That person is me!
This will take place between 3 genres of people who are linked to the individual character:-
· Friends and aquintances
· The Stranger
The formalities of this public and private experiment will be represented within the installation being created specifically for the Harris Museum & Art Gallery.
It will take shape in the form of a large scale installation dominating the entrance of Harris, utilising not the wall space as traditionally expected but the floor, eye levels and up into the air of the vast ceiling heights availabe.
Like the shape and/or task of a juggler trying to keep momentum and sustain the tools of his trade, it is the same difficulties we are faced with in everyday living, yet we treat it with less humour and place the term 'chore' onto the act as apposed to leisure or perhaps joy. The tools of my trade are taken from life experience or upbringing and hold reference to memories that are not just past, but present and future. Invoking thought, repression, laughter, struggle, freedom, distain, adoration, discomfort and approachability.
"Superstar Thruster" explores the entrapment of such thoughts and environments whilst also showing a humorous method to tackle or perhaps re-think our behavioural stigmas. It also introduces an alter ego to the person who has just been categoriesed by family, friends and strangers previously. Challenging their judgments and making them aware that forsight can come during not just after. It also shows that there are more ways than one to view, believe, promote or discover something.
The work is a display of a reality. A reality that is staged, performed, but truthful.
It is an oxymoron; A bitter sweet exploration of the home environment, of life, of nothing, of me.