Works: 2017-2021 (end of series)

We have become the material of age and wear, the greyness of weariness, the expulsion of everyday kindness.

“Like very sad children’s toys, the weight and toxicity of the material negate any possibility of play ... you are like Geppeto the father and toymaker in his workshop invoking the vitality of a child but condemning it to death instantly.  I feel a lot of loss when I look at them.”

Notes:

Work produced for the Anthropocene Exit and Playing at Change series reflects the incalculable absurdity of a global economy fundamentally at odds with our shared ecology.  The [im]material flows of commerce and product creates a fiction of progress that is constructed from pure human exceptionalism.  We, ‘the first of the last men’ trade our futures for the present, with transactions that create a terminal velocity in which we will be able to participate in the drama of our own [eventual] demise.

We are faced then with a new and inescapable reality, in which the world-wide acknowledgment of our impact evolves into either abject intransigence, or the condition of solastalgia.  Willingness alone simply produces an artifice of meaning and self-indulgent virtue signalling – anxieties of which I am equally guilty.

As individuals we live for longer but die evermore slowly, and as a species we capitulate to the toxicity of unconstrained [Western] progress within a finite world.  “We have reshaped the world’s climate. The question is: how will climate change reshape us?”

Materials: Sand-cast & RTV cast recycled lead; lead solder; steel; high intensity LEDs; CR2032 breakout board; coin cell batteries; 12v DC axial ball bearing fan; 12v 1.2Ah rechargeable lead acid batteries, all from modified and appropriated [toy] plastic patterns.

Time(s) dedicated to you (monuments, markers & spaces) 2021

Familiarity & pattern gives meaning to life, cushioning our inherent time dependency and allowing us to deal with the urgency of life. We expect repeatability and consume consistency; confirmation through repeatability qualifies our endeavours, but the ‘ticking away of real-time minute by minute, the dread underlying irrevocable reality of the meter running’ is an ever-present constant.  Best not to be killing time ...

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