For Tho' My Lips May Breathe Adieu, I Cannot Think The Thing Farewell

The darker of the two circular pieces. A lot of the work expresses texture, plays with surface finish in order to invite light or shadow to dwell. The darkness stretching out infinitely all around me in my mind, the field in which everything arises. And each thing is a think and as such, cannot think it away! A lot of this process has been to somehow not think, but simply to do. As described as a ‘do-happening’ like sketching, talking or dancing, we are both the protagonist and the witness, in the moment.


These forms exist purely as themselves, devoid of any representation beyond their intrinsic qualities. They are formless, allowing for open interpretation without the constraints of a narrative, much like instrumental music. To describe these objects necessitates a discussion of their context, for the environment is forever altered when they are taken away and the various contexts in which these objects reside mirror the fluidity of the landscape.

Dimensions:
W30 D30 H9 CM
Materials :
Burnt Ash, Black and Gold, Marble, Brass, Horn, Ebony, Pewter