I was born in 1982, and have so far spent most of my time in Johannesburg, South Africa. I went to The National School of the Arts where I specialized in painting and sculpture, and then studied at Vega, the Brand Communication School. After six years in magazines as graphic designer and art director, I decided to pursue art full-time.
A few thoughts that inspire my work:
I've been fascinated with people since I can remember, and more recently also the interdependence between opposites. As a bit of a loner I enjoy observing quietly as if viewing a never-ending film. I interpret those observations rather than personal experiences through fictitious characters and symbolic animals.
I look between the cracks of unmeaning, and there I find something that takes on a life of its own. Pure undefined energy, like a cluster of anarchic yet melodious subatomic particles that are all too busy with Shiva's dance of destruction and creation. It is, for some more than others, a natural instinct to keep moving and changing – subconciously doing whatever it takes to pursue this magical pulse even though there is no end result to the journey. I love following the trail of breadcrumbs left by these mysterious nothings...
'Our rising bring no light; our sinking, no darkness. Endless the series of things without names.' – Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu
In cities the pace is forever becoming faster and the chance to experience a state of nothing has become a near-impossible luxury, and all we have are the tiniest cracks in between. Consequently the sublime is intertwined within the mundanity of existence and it seems useless to try and separate the two. It is, to me, such a wonderful paradox and my fascination with the relationship between these so-called opposites is illustrated through this Taoist aphorism:
'Umbrella, light, landscape, sky –
There is no language of the holy.
The sacred lies in the ordinary.'
Ordinary existence sway between dynamic movement and change, or, security within the confines of routine. We fear or embrace change as we either swarm about faceless within crowds; or scamper toward individual recognition, ironically, through means of homogeneous expression only to claim a social position within an existing identity. In other words, we emanate a mindset and swathe in specific attire that best suit a subcultural group we desire to belong to, sometimes under the guise of being 'different', although our desire to belong is too strong.
To move toward change is a disparate concept and usually involves some form of isolation, but even though an individual fancies himself a maverick, change is never really pioneered only by one at a given time. In different parts of the world, unaware of one another, such individuals yearn for the same thing. As a collective pursuit it becomes ordinary almost to the degree of the former tendency towards homogeneity. No matter how different or unconventional we think we are, we're like one giant organism that continuously grows and moves around in the same direction. Different parts at different rates as every particle plays a different role.
There is constant conflict between finding solace in structure and routine; or rebelling with spontaneity, which may seem less productive, but fuels the entire organism with creativity and joie de vivre.
That is the general premise for my work, human nature with its quirks, conflict and harmony that keeps us moving around like little magnets: routine and change; conformity and rebellion; quiet and clamor; something and nothing; mundane and mystery; soma and spirit.
Yet I enjoy it when viewers make alternative connections with artworks as it becomes an active extension on the subject of the variables of humanity. It makes it all the more interesting and the piece serves as an interactive role with each interpretation. There's no denying that we each live in our own microcosmic realities, therefore it is inevitable that we contextualize accordingly.
An excerpt from Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen sums it all up simply and beautifully:
"All the disparates of the world, the different wings of the paradox, coin-faces of problem, petal-pulling questions, scissor-shaped conscience, all the polarities, things and their images and things which cast no shadow, and just the everyday explosions on a street, this face and that, a house and a toothache, explosions which merely have different letters in their names, my needle pierces it all and I myself, my greedy fantasies, everything which has existed and does exist, we are part of a necklace of incomparable beauty and unmeaning."
About the use of animals:
Animals serve to illustrate the satire in humanity as they beautifully reflect the mundane routines that we are so caught up in. Seeing the same robin every morning in the same place, exactly the same time, or a group of pigeons that go about their business in the same city square day by day is alarmingly similar to our own daily patterns. (Birds seem to crop up most of the time at this stage) Some of the other bird types have different connotations – some lean toward being mythical or mysterious, whereas others are downright mischievous just to get their way, which is hardly a foreign concept to humans.
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