On becoming lost
Something that is vital to my existence, and it’s often very misunderstood, is being...
Initially the camera was a Survival mechanism, a way of breathing after a long series of sharp impacts to the side of the head. From these early visits the process became ingrained within daily life.
Like meditation, delving into the subconscious became ritualistic and as the frequency increased I’ve found myself creating these scenes in favor of social endeavors, work and personal care.
This scene means so much, in that it became the catalyst for everything that was to follow. At the time, my neighbor was operating a basement thrift shop which quickly became imperative to my happiness, providing endless and more importantly proximity friendly supplies of a multitude of materials to work from.
Endless night of lock-ins, backed by the ambient waves of Aphex Twin, light and shape began to form up as the technology began to fade into the background, replaced by instinct through conditioning. None of it made any real sense, however the process alleviated the inner darkness allowing momentary respite from the constant noise that plagued my world.
Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander viewers are advised that this gallery does contain images and voices of people who have died.