Brunswick Street Gallery, Melbourne
Do we exist in two dimensions as data? In three as a physical form? A tightly wound coil of many more as both and neither? Time, dimension and light folded together, draping and overlapping. Within the folds of a polyester tablecloth or a ‘70s caftan, the moving white-hot past is found. Are we pulled from violence and pain; the slowing down of time into a lurid dream or stilted freeze-frame? Or just a synthesis of the mind, recalling archetypes, gods, and figures of beauty? A past moving, and unfinished.