With Matariki just rising, ‘The Black Square’(1) is fertile ground for the new season's seeds.
As Matariki ascends the forms sprout into existence. Some perish, some flourish. Abundance. (2)
When Matariki dips, the fruits appear. Seeds for the next season.(3)
The work above is the fourth generation where ideas around origins of cellular growth and ecology loom large. I try to be surprised, uncomfortable and uncertain with the forms as they jump out of my virtual petri dish. Increasingly random, technologically synthetic, insignificant, yet through the process of making, a sympathy may emerge that speaks , calls, yells from my environment.
