Pray (detail) 2021 found objects, timber, pvc tubing, ink, water, zoyzia, soil & chlorophyll 

We are witness to the increasingly industrialised symbiosis of the human with the more-than-human world, leaving behind (and ahead) a trail of detritus, a grotesque entanglement of leaking bodies and spent intelligence. This work protrudes from a hypnagogic subconscious fantasy, searching for psychological mitigation for the abject shock of the past, and sweaty, white-knuckled fear of the future.

‘One job that fantasy can do is to lift us out of the unbearably humdrum and to distract us from terrors - real or anticipated - by an escape into the exotic [...]. But another of the things that fantasy can do is to normalise what is psychologically unbearable [...], inculcating a strange apathy concerning the process of [...] destruction which I for one find haunting and depressing. It is fantasy, served out in large rations by the popular arts, which allows most people to cope with these [...] specters’.

Susan Sontag