Through photography and sculpture, I question how the manipulation of behaviour and patterns dehumanises society.
will you give me gentle hand grips and the space I need
to feel sorry for myself?
the diver submerged for so long
we presume her dead
scattershot of matter sinking deeper than cameras
Because of the pandemic, we didn’t have any Olympics this summer, so I decided to reproduce the Olympic coverage in July by printing (screen printing) over selected pictures from the Montreal Olympics of 1976
Spread out before you,
whipped and bright coloured,
dripping with sauces,
a world of unimagined flavours,
Through countless retrievals, our memories of precious moments lose their ‘truth.’
Below the wall the soil
from an artificial hill rising
out of the field like a wart.