There is something almost poetic about building a world so complex that you eventually lose yourself inside it, and that is exactly what I have tried to explore.
The internet here is not the clean and ordered system we imagine when we think about code and data moving efficiently from one place to another. It has grown into something far stranger and more alive than that. The digital world has quietly grown a biology of its own, something more organic entirely indifferent to the systems that were supposed to govern it.
The robots are stuck in this space in various states of confusion, limbs reaching outward, heads turning as though searching for a signal. Vines trail over their bodies like loose wires that were once connected to something meaningful and have since come adrift. They are lost in a place that bears their fingerprints on every surface.
That is the quiet irony sitting at the heart of this piece. We built this, they expanded it and filled it with their own logic, and that logic has since grown into something they can no longer read or navigate. The organic has quietly, unhurriedly reclaimed the digital.
They made a universe. It had other ideas.
Acrylics and paint pens on 80cm by 100cm by 1cm box canvas.
Limited edition glicee prints Available on Somerset Enhanced Velvet Fine Art paper.
Run of 10, signed and numbered.
Sizes A3 and A2.
There is something almost poetic about building a world so complex that you eventually lose yourself inside it, and that is exactly what I have tried to explore.
The internet here is not the clean and ordered system we imagine when we think about code and data moving efficiently from one place to another. It has grown into something far stranger and more alive than that. The digital world has quietly grown a biology of its own, something more organic entirely indifferent to the systems that were supposed to govern it.
The robots are stuck in this space in various states of confusion, limbs reaching outward, heads turning as though searching for a signal. Vines trail over their bodies like loose wires that were once connected to something meaningful and have since come adrift. They are lost in a place that bears their fingerprints on every surface.
That is the quiet irony sitting at the heart of this piece. We built this, they expanded it and filled it with their own logic, and that logic has since grown into something they can no longer read or navigate. The organic has quietly, unhurriedly reclaimed the digital.
They made a universe. It had other ideas.
Acrylics and paint pens on 80cm by 100cm by 1cm box canvas.
Limited edition glicee prints Available on Somerset Enhanced Velvet Fine Art paper.
Run of 10, signed and numbered.
Sizes A3 and A2.
