Moons
Masks
Paper, aluminium, shoe laces
2016-17
That feeling when you need to stop ignoring something,
confront it, and let it go. To translate crudely Kill it to change its current form. I started with the physicality
of using my body and having a death mask taken. The endurance of this procedure
seemed to fit more than initially planned. The time under the cast, in the
cold, the dark and the silence with myself gave me the opportunity to re-prepare
for welcoming the light (having the cast removed). This was a considered preparation
and the death mask itself a totem of a remedy distilled in a moment of my own
face. Importance now lied in what do I do with its potency of the object? Dilute
it!
I took casts of the cast each taking part of the rooted purpose
with it. An involvement of making that made my hands draw the contours and
voids of my face over and over again to reveal a new offering of a simple mask
that will restrict the living acts of the face if worn.
In plain sight I couldn’t recognise myself, I saw my
deceased Farther. Something distant that sits in my blood has been surfaced in
this work.
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