As I sit back having produced a cacophony of sculpture, I’ve wondered why on earth the need to produce so many? I think that I am acting out my alarm – “more is better” seems to be a shortsighted indulgent human propensity. Mother Earth is an exhibition aimed at telling part of the story of Earth and the clang of her human inhabitants.
I have always been nervous about our impact on the Earth and its kin. “Crying Indian” serves as the backdrop to this exhibition. It is a (silenced) commercial I watched as a child. It has resonated with me throughout my life. Indigenous people considered themselves custodians of the Earth, practicing a philosophy of kindness, reverence, respect and ensuring a healthy environment for a future seven generations. The Earth gives and modern man takes – we rape, we poison, we modify, we indulge. Everywhere we go we create a footprint- above and below us. We cut down trees to build boxy objects, displacing nature and replacing those trees with metal structures. Civilization seemingly trumps nature but at what expense? Production and profit involve destruction; especially a fuelled consumerism that sells products built on cheaper shores.
I’m interested in our impact and negligence – utilizing discarded wood, used coffee cups, abandoned nests, dead Oceana and the like, my intent is to explore issues of displacement, precariousness, recycling, obliviousness, gentrification, distortion and disease as natural consequences of human choice.
Earth is our shelter. Trees make our air. Wildlife sustains us.
Nature dwarfs our existence.