Everything You Need to Not Know Why the Walls Grow Weak (and the roof falls in)
The house shelters daydreaming. The house protects The Dreamer. The house allows her to dream in peace.
She looks (and looks again) at places that are at once familiar and unknown. In her exploration of object and subject, she transfigures abstract architectural forms into fluid gesture and transformative movement. Natural and organic marks juxtapose geometric shapes to reveal a non-linear sequence of events. She stands within an intricate landscape of identity, memory, imagination, and experience. She plays language games, blurring meaning and understanding, and navigates a tense interaction of dialectics and lucidity. In her fabricated reality she seeks to understand the conditions of being human, reducing them to generic form, and complicating the tension between the physical, emotional, and intangible. She unearths a comingling, an exposing disclosure, concealed by nuanced encryption. Reluctantly, she stumbles upon the reckoning that everything means nothing (and nothing means everything).
The Dreamer observes her world; sat beneath the roof, peering round corners, perched on the hilltop, and squinting through crevices. She searches for meaning in meaninglessness, enamoured by an unnerving sense of senselessness. The curve reflects itself across the line, shapes sway on strings, the world folds in on itself, cracks flood, and spirals roll. And all the while, The Dreamer can’t help but wonder what may happen when the roof falls in.