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–The Dead (2008)
–Dicework I (2008)
–The Messier Catalogue (2007)
–Brushstroke Diagrams (2006-2007)
–Tell Me What to Paint (2006)
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Lives and works in Vancouver, Canada. Primarily interested in the following: a) Visual and textual lines; b) the antiseptic tempered by a quiver of the handmade; and c) the diagrammatic and/or explanatory, especially when cloaked in ostensible self-importance without necessarily being true, serious business. Adherence to stringent procedural methods allows for an iterative exploration of the above concepts ad infinitum [read more].
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WORK: Images from Excerpts: Maps
“He is perplexed. He finds before him five exits, all of which betray nothing but darkness beyond them. For the first time in several hours, he is stationary. This hub proves to be for him little different than a dead end.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“He cannot see anything around him. This room is just too dark, and he suspects it is very large too. He is also concerned that he won’t be able to retrace his steps back to the preceding passageway.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“The mine cart careens down the derelict shaft, and has been doing so for at least ten minutes. But without warning the tunnel now opens up into an immense chamber. There are torches trimming the walls and pillars. He has no time to ponder who could be keeping them alight, as all of a sudden a second set of rails curves over to him and proceeds to run alongside his track. Beside him now is another cart matching his speed. She is in it. He is so startled to see her that he hesitates to call out her name. She flickers in and out of sight several times as stone columns zip past between them, all the while their respective rails deftly sway from and to each other in order to narrowly avoid the obstructions. Only a few mere seconds have passed since she appeared, and she has not yet looked in his direction. He opens his mouth to call her, but just as her name passes his lips it is abruptly deflected by a craggy wall. He is alone and in a mine shaft again, torchlight fading behind him and nothing but darkness ahead.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“The corridor is long and narrow, and gently inclines further down toward the depths of this extensive cavern. Despite the odd stalagmite and/or stalactite passing him by from time to time in the other direction, the passage is fairly monotonous. Like most places down here, colour seems to have been drained from the surrounds. What’s left behind is a ubiquitous dark and faded grey-brown. Even the deepest shadows are disappointingly dull. This is a boring passageway, and it seems to go on forever. There are no forks nor intersections, so he has no choice but to carry on in a straight line. Actually, he feels this is the perfect setting for self-reflection. But he finds it difficult to be truly introspective when she is on his mind.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“He sits close to the ledge. Before him is a vast cavern littered with massive stalagmites, many of which are adorned with strange crystalline outcroppings. These crystal formations each emit an unusual coloured glow. Some radiate red, some green, but most orange or white. At first he assumes they are refracting light from some pure yet untraceable source, but he can’t reason where such illumination might come from. Besides, the limited colours present are too exclusive to be the result of refraction. Regardless of this causal mystery, what he sees is a beautiful sight – the first he has witnessed since coming here.”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“The lights twinkle. It is almost as if he is looking over a cityscape. But there is no life nor energy here. This stirs in him immense doubt. He does not believe that he will ever actually find her. Yet he is surprisingly unworried by this uncertainty of outcome. He misses her dearly, but in the next thought finds himself wondering if witnessing this spectacle alone right now is really worse than being together with her elsewhere in these otherwise sombre subterranean depths?”
2010. Ink on paper. 9 x 6 in.
“A man who may be the boy’s uncle, or perhaps the gardener (he is dressed as such), does not present himself to the boy. In private this man questions the aunt as to what the boy is doing in the house, and advises her that the boy should be sent on his way without delay. The aunt nervously urges the man to lower his voice.”
2008. Watercolour and gouache on paper. 10 x 7 in.
“The boy changes his name again. Having enrolled at the university, he now travels by foot to the campus. On the way, he calls upon his aunt who lives in a fine house. Outwardly she is pleased to see him, and welcomes him into her home.”
2008. Watercolour and gouache on paper. 10 x 7 in.
“The narrow entrance is barely shoulder width. Not much decoration inside the room, just a stone altar and two candelabra. It must’ve been a chapel. It is claustrophobic. Judging from the pronounced and prevalent layer of undisturbed dust, no one had passed through here in decades. The tip had come up cold. He’d known she’d be someplace else, but he’d hoped to find a new clue here. Sliding back out through the attenuated door, he retraces his steps through the dark assembly room.”
2007. Graphite and ink on paper. 8 x 6.5 in.
“Gregory sits alone at the bar. He glances briefly at the way in which the dim lamps reflect their light off the surface of his scotch. Tadeusz would still be content to stare at such patterns for hours, but Gregory can’t anymore. No, Gregory feels he can’t keep up with time these days. He glances around the bar for some other thing to look at. If his eyes happen to rest upon anything else all night, he doesn’t notice.”
2007. Ink on paper. 5.5 x 3.75 in.