I poured rice into a boot, nothing happened
Storm cloud eye view
Materials: onions, a strange shaped inplement, old door handle, chair, jug, stone, leaf, rock, paper, table, plimths, an old hinge painted white, gum tape, walls, white paint,a secretive wire running along the floor.
Materials: water droplets, paper, clay, wire, found ceramic boot,wasps, balloon, round glass phemonenon, wooden box, five pound note, pennies, potatoes, seaweed, fishing wire, metal pot, etching, empty toilet rolls, clay, leaves.
Thoughts caught in seaweed
seaweed, fishing Wire
The Ambigyouus Creatures
Clay, empty toilets rolls, accrylic paint, leaves
Cloud watching the onions
with special thanks to Tanith for helping me set everything up and carve onions
A video tour of the Exhbitionm with sound
observation: mould seeps from the eyes of the onion
fable: before tears are free they must first become old.
onion carving: channeling of the emotion
enchantment: sense of perspective
Welcome to this room of small enchantments.
I poured rice into a boot, nothing happened is an exploration of everyday magic making. It is an investigation into how imagination can change the way we see things. Pondering possiblities and play.
This old onion has travelled well, from woods to the sea in search of a rare herb. The herb allivietes the strain of living in the city by tinting a person's vision green.
Behind him is a jug, this contains milk turned to stone. The story of this is that
Behind him is a jug, its contents once took the state of milk however it has turned to stone
Behind him is a jug, there was once milk in this jug however it turned to stone
Behind him is a jug, no one knows why the milk turned to stone.
This small table houses the potato oracle, his wisedom is so profound it's barely audible.
Beside the table stand the ambigyouus creatures, united in their ambigyouity.
A collection of curious and enchanted objects.
At the centre hangs the broken heart of a chair.