(alt) artist statement
“…no one could have imagined the effects the Internet would have … a vast new intimacy and accidental poetry … The entire human experience seems to unveil itself like the surface of a new planet.”
Automation, artificial intelligence, algorithmic surveillance, slippery facts, weird politics… Things have always changed, but today, our world is ‘developing’ at speeds never before seen. Our lives are getting ever more entwined with each other and our machines, and as new and old differences emerge to unite and polarise, we find ourselves in thrall to the biggest mountain of information, disinformation and plain fantasy we’ve ever had the pleasure or confusion to witness…
The truth machine is in crisis — the guiding lights of modernism, humanism and positivism have dimmed —and as identity splinters the prevailing notions of what constitutes ‘the human’ are becoming fragmented.
”They’ve healed me to pieces”
A wound has (re)opened in our collective psyche and we seem compelled to reach inside.
Whether we view this as a crisis, or an opportunity, (or both), we’re entering uncharted territory. The unknown is going mainstream and igniting imaginations, triggering responses. Creative instincts are being aroused and for many, this is an unfamiliar experience.
Ballard’s ‘new planet’ sees humanity revealing itself to itself in all its delicious strangeness, maybe for the first time. His ‘accidental poetry’ could allude to a creativity free of the shackles of markets and institutions and academia, possibly a more transgressive creativity, one that bleeds directly from the unfettered heart of humankind onto the screen of your smartphone.
This may be part of an evolving posthuman consciousness that late capitalism is, for better or worse, complicit in enabling, or perhaps we’re entering some kind of interregnum and our times are stepping stones to new worlds, new perceptions…
Truth be told I’m not a great believer in final destinations, the journey is frequently the thing, but this ride is getting bumpy and we need our creative and critical wits about us.
Our ‘will-to-art’, in the widest and deepest sense, may help birth new visions of ourselves, not as end points or ‘utopias’, but as a means of becoming ourselves by surpassing ourselves… which may be a form of losing ourselves…
The philosopher Maurice Merleau-Ponty once suggested that the mission of the twentieth century was to ‘elucidate the irrational’… well the twenty-first seems to have taken that to heart and redoubled its efforts.
“At night … human affairs are apt to come to a crisis. At night most human beings die and are born.”
Art is the wound, and its suture…
In this age of speeded up change, by calling myself ‘artist’, I’m shouldering some responsibility for the leap into uncertainty we appear intent upon. But as disparate and fragmented as we’ve become I maintain that our best option is to leap together…. creatively.
I’m pursuing shadows, dissecting angels and demons, telling new stories of transformation and re-telling old ones… forging narratives that give form to that fecund otherness which has always lived inside us and is now leaking, haphazardly, into our web browsers.
My work is multidisciplinary, analogue and digital. It moves across literary and philosophical boundaries and engages with language and the history of ideas. It looks at where we’ve been and where we might be going, and attempts to map this ever-continuing odyssey of becoming…