Part two of a triptych, with the same dimensions and placement of objects. The landscape is meticulously hand carved in thousands of small grooves giving the sense of wind rippling through the grass. The notion of time and space being more like liquid, a viscous ocean which rises and falls around the objects which over the three pieces remain in the same location.

These sculptures draw upon a multitude of dualities, juxtaposing shadow and light, surface textures, soft and hard, rough and smooth, shine and dullness ; their scale and placement introduce a play of space, reminiscent of subatomic particles, thoughts, ideas, and time. At the human scale, they evoke the dynamics of family constellations and the cosmic interplay of planets in the vast firmament.

This represents the notion of time moving through us, as opposed to the other way round, that I place myself as in the middle of an ever changing field of perception, like a rock in the middle of the ocean. But, in all three pieces, the objects are different representing that even physically, we are never the same person from one moment to the next. Like clouds shaping and billowing and going.