Friday, 28 February 2014
Beautiful Decay
I went exploring in Connaught Laundries last week and the old Cloonabinna Hotel this week. Got some nice snaps of everything and anything old and decrepit. I'm going to upload a few different series of photographs. These are different textures, patterns and close ups. Slime, sludge and rot give a great range of colours.
I have a few rolls of film to be processed after these trips. Really excited to see how these turn out, I'll pop them up here when I get around to it.
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
Artist Statement - January assessment
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi…
… Meaning, ‘Thus
passes the glory of the world’. All worldly things are fleeting and
everything is transient. Much time is spent reflecting and obsessing on the
transience of mortal existence. This leads to a certain level of vanity as we
try desperately to remember and be remembered. The Latin for this is ‘vanitas’; loosely translated this
corresponds to the meaningless of earthly life and the transient nature of all
earthly goods and pursuits.
It is a struggle to accept that all the beauty of
nature and art, of the world around us and of our sensations, will really fade
away into nothing. We long to believe that somehow this evanescent beauty must
be able to persist and to escape all the powers of destruction. We remind
ourselves of ‘Memento Mori’, symbolic
for the inevitability of death. It is this dread we experience, an insecurity
when we imagine our inescapable end. We covet for a preservation and protection
of our image, name and memory. It is part of our human nature to long to be
remembered, or at least not forgotten. Christian Boltanski said,
‘The human being dies two deaths, the physical death and then the
immaterial death, when the very last image and memory of the individual fade.’
We have a desire for immortality; this can be achieved
through the longevity of our image and memory. My research and studio practice
have aided me in my exploration of the fleeting nature of human experience. My
work dwells on the nature of human identity by investigating its relationship
with portraiture. The two running themes in my work are; the impermanence and
transience of our existence. Like leaves on a tree, we are here for a season,
we fade away with autumn but the tree remains. These works are displayed in the
hallway outside the first year computer room. The transparency of the piece
aims to generate feelings of transience, loss and fleetingness.
‘Alas, for the affairs of men, when they are fortunate
You might compare them to a shadow; and if they are
unfortunate
A wet sponge with one dash, wipes the picture away
-Aeschylus
The other theme in my work centralizes on that vanity
deep inside us. That desire that haunts us when we imagine death. For years
photography and portraiture have assisted us in our desperate endeavors against
forgetting and being forgotten. We find comfort in this also, when we lose a
loved one for example. In Victorian times, Daguerreotypes were incredibly
popular due to their accurate likeness and haunting depth. They were said to
serve as an accurate portrait of the soul, a representation of a person’s
essence. This photography seemed to include part of their physical being; when
someone died, huge comfort was found in post-mortem photography. These images
captured the life of the dead. ‘It is not
merely the likeness alone which is precious in these cases, but the association
and the sense of nearness involved in the thing. The fact of the very shadow of
the lying there, fixed forever.
The work in my studio space explores the desperation
that urges us to preserve a part of ourselves. In the precious cabinets, you
will see my resin portraits, protected in a robust material, these are
surrounded by an array of miscellaneous objects that are in themselves
representations of people, ie. My grandmother’s school dictionary, hair, teeth,
religious memorabilia and other heirlooms. These objects demonstrate examples
of alternative portraits.
Friday, 17 January 2014
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Homer on the brevity of life
Insignificant mortals,
who are as leaves are,
and now flourish and grow warm with life,
and feed on what the ground gives,
but soon fade away and are dead.
-Homer
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