made flesh no.3
1.5 x 2.5 meters
pencil on paper.
The fact that I use myself in each of these pieces is very important. If each drawing literally embodies the inner sanctum of my head then they stand as a mirror in which I look back at myself. I may not like what I see but their unashamed honesty can’t be ignored. They demand not to be. The abstraction of form turns the human figure into something often unrecognisable. The undulating flesh, in all its perfect observation, becomes landscape on which we are free to wander and explore without the constraints of familiarity. Like stepping outside of yourself and seeing your thoughts objectively, seeing them for what they are and choosing whether to recognise them and thus allow them to dominate or not.
1.5 x 2.5 meters
pencil on paper.
The fact that I use myself in each of these pieces is very important. If each drawing literally embodies the inner sanctum of my head then they stand as a mirror in which I look back at myself. I may not like what I see but their unashamed honesty can’t be ignored. They demand not to be. The abstraction of form turns the human figure into something often unrecognisable. The undulating flesh, in all its perfect observation, becomes landscape on which we are free to wander and explore without the constraints of familiarity. Like stepping outside of yourself and seeing your thoughts objectively, seeing them for what they are and choosing whether to recognise them and thus allow them to dominate or not.













