Like many artists I find myself attracted to decay. It is, I think, peculiar to the human condition that from the days of our infancy we are able to contemplate the inevitability of our own deaths. Many of us even remember the precise instance at which this realisation first came to us. From this moment on we posess, literally, a morbid fasination. We spend the rest of our lives attempting to avoid, denigh or come to terms with our mortality. This knowledge is I think, the driving force behind the advance of humanity. Medicine and religion are obvious examples of this, avoidance and acceptance respectively. William Wallas said "all men die but few men really live". By which I assume he ment, if a person clings to tightly to life they refuse to take any risks and thus fail to ever really explore their own potential. By 'clinging to tightly to life' I mean, seeking material and financial security, attempting to tame the future through pension schemes and health insurance. The desire to completely control our environment at a personal level simply makes us a little boring. On a collective international scale it makes us globally terminal. Some people might think my preoccupation with death a little unhealthy, but I'd say we're all pretty sick.
The medium for my work, weathered and Decaying wood or bleached bones, are I think, evidence of the beauty and necessity of death. Through the process of its decomposition the details of a beings structure are exposed. It is possible to identify the species of a tree from the pattern of its decay. In the course of its destruction an individual provides space and sustenance for others. The invertabrates that digest it, the fungi that molecularly disconnect it and the plants that ultimately ressurect it are all the beneficiaries of death, as are we. Our obsession with youth and physical perfection, our consumsion of cosmetic sergery, vitamin pills and viagra, speaks of a race of spiritual retards. Our desire to live on through our creations and achievments, within our childrens genes and in the hearts and minds of those we love is both the inspiration for our journey to the stars and the measure of our need. "Pity the man who would rule the world, for he must cast his shadow in the minds of all to know that he exists."
In my work I attempt to combine and contrast the potential and exuberance of life, expressed through the form and movement of a piece, with the urgency of impending death, present within the medium. Ideally I would prefer to see my work displayed in exposure to the elements to facilitate its path toward oblivion. To arrange for its preservation is to miss the point entirely. I cannot pretend that this does not present me with some problems as it surely must, any prospective custodian. But my purpose is niether in its creation or its posession. It is in the action of allowing it to pass that its true value is realised.