concept for club night posters

simple geometric forms combined to symbolise complex processes. concept for the back of a set of playing cards, which could be used for chance operations/divination.

32 photographs, paired randomly and composited using outlines from a character inked in style of Japanese calligraphy.

scans of notebook

Leeds to Blackpool train
photos taken on phone, enlarged with minimal adjustments

the image is still whole but the relationships between the pieces become more complex with every iteration

photographs reduced to simple line outlines and layered together

sampling source photographs reduces them to abstract representations; they obviously have a direct relationship with the original content but it is impossible to understand what the original image described because so little has been retained. because of this, the original meaning is incomplete but in its place is infinite variety and abstracted meaning, the symbolism of the tabula rasa, the blank slate.

random processes in a contained space, evolution of form. created with a programming language that follows simple rules (turn left, turn right etc) to draw lines. this process bounded within a circle, and stopped, incomplete. why complicate things anymore? our planet is a cell, and all we hope to do is look in with wonder, and respect processes that we cannot control.

preparing for doll
(~1991)

photographs of bodies blurred. the body and the environment fuse, are in the same luminous state. where does our body end and the world begin? is it all equal... the victims are hidden, but at the same time, joined by virtue of a grid outside of our control? and these colours that we see, do they describe what our bodies are? perhaps we are neon, or also perhaps without colour? will we dissolve away?

are these forms, constrained within a grid, trying to escape the cells in which they live? to assert individuality? to join with other souls that are in an equal state of unrest? or is suffering a purely personal state, and whilst we are all equal, we are also all alone?