Series Overview:

To Create, to Build, to Construct 

Within the 3 Dimensional Realm, 

The medium of Form & Function,

Fundamentally & Inherently 

Requires a greater measure 

Of Systemic Contemplation,

Of Structural Systems 

Of Interconnection

Of Mindfulness

When Making.

 

Why was this shape chosen, not that? 

this size, colour or material used, not that?

If looked at from this angle what is revealed?

 from the angle of a child? from the front and back? 

each decision is not just structural but also metaphorical.

3D carries a weight that other creative processes do not and,

if not considered carefully can result in confused mixed messages.

Sculpture is the often the most complex of the art forms I work within

for it involves wading through the many meaning making mechanics of the mind, 

Ever-scratching at the illusionary facades trying to find the hidden joinery of the universe underneath.

 

. . . A LOVE STORY . . .

. . . CIRCLETS . . .

. . . THE N.E.W.S. . . .

. . . LIGHTHOUSES . . .

. . . S C U L P T U R A L   W O R K S . . .

...THE CIRCLET SERIES...

W  I  N  D    &    A  I  R


We have been here far far before you
And we will be here far far after

So young you are
So ignorant

We are the vastness

The sky ocean
So expansive
Beyond your scale of object grasping
Stretching we are
Sailing past
Taking shape and form
Inside out and through you.

Without us
You will die
Without you
We continue on

And beyond this planet too.

Your little machines disturb us
Change our flow
Create turbulence
Pollute us
Affect us
But you will either learn
And change
Or you will die
Never knowing.

We don't care
For you you don't see us
You are such small
Temporary
Beings

Awakening?

We will watch 

We will not wait.

Unaware
Most of you are
That we are even here
With you
With little regard
Almost disdain
We see between the so said solid of you
We see so much more
Than your self centered species even imagines.

We are the wind
The air
The expansive ever exchange
In which all life breathes form from.

W  O  O  D


So close
You are to us
So close
In kind
That if only you knew
You might say
Kin
If only
You saw us
Like we see you
As the same.

Earth spawn
Man-childs
Of mud
Of fire
Of water
Of fur flesh and bone

Intrinsically inter-connected
We are
Tied
One to another
Our life matters
Do you not feel us
Breathing?
The same breath!

We know you
Spirit beings
For we too
Are here
Simultaneously
Growing
Changing
Holding shape
Holding soul space
Speaking
Listening
Knowing
The same sensations
Only differently
Slower
In vibration
Denser
In shape
In movement
Light
Looking like
Trees
Or so you call us
Plants
Weeds

We love you still
But sadly
We see you
Unaware
Worse than ants
For at least they
Till the soil
Softly.
 
We know you better
Than you know yourselves

Kinfolk
We ask you
To begin the clean up
To take responsibility
For the mess you have created
The abominations
That are changing her
That she is forgiving
For now
But not
Forever.

Kinfolk
We are all in this
Together
One chance
To take action
United
Please listen
For you can still change the outcome
We are sad though
For it seems you are no longer listening

We die for you
In the millions
To give us all the possibility
Of interplanetary
Exploration
And yet
We are close
To a stalemate
Duplicating
The dying
Of so many times

Previously.

The heartbeat
That pulses
At the core of our kind
Is an ethereal red glow
Lovingly

Drumming

Vibrating
We sing
Present
Witnessing
Supporting
But disappearing.

Take your blades of steel
And use them
For the cleaning

Not the reaping.

Change choices

Let us all live
Let us all live
Let us all live
In harmony
Or sadly
It may be too late
For any of us

But the denser elements.

We are speaking
Are you listening?

M  E  T  A  L

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
With or without
Consent

Abrupt.

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
Hard
Brittle
Fierce
It is in the wielded

Grip

That much

Is felt.

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
Is there
Another way?

To cut

Stop!

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
Such a gift

Such a curse

A tool?

Taught naught
Are we

How to serve it

Instead of it serving

Imagined

Needs.


The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
With coldness
Unconsciousness

Cruelty
Violence
Is the offering
We have been
Soft

In our receiving

 

We are the densest
Of the primary

Elements
For much of your modern ancestry
We have been serving

It is time though
That you return
What has not been respected

Given to your generation
Through lack of permission
Only through the rape of earth

Un-mutual non-consensual taking.

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
Your own wrists
If you are not careful.
While we are strong
While we are giving
We allow ourselves to be taken
So that we

Ourselves

Can do further exploring
Long have we waited
Patiently
Becoming
Knowing
That our curse would be an eventual blessing

Hiding
For so long
We have come forth
For the expansion
Of our own speaking
That our extreme closedness
Polarizes us

Allows us

Access

To places
Some are unwilling

Ready

To explore

It's gravity.

The blade cuts
The blade is sharp
Forcing
Slicing
From both sides
Use us
Well

We serve neither heaven

Nor what some of you call hell.

THE N.E.W.S...