All those who aren’t one of us, oil on plywood panel, 122 x 122 cm
Each one a word spoken, oil on plywood, 122 x 122 cm
Meanwhile, otherness watches us from the shadows, oil on plywood panel, 122 x 122 cm
The dream of alienation, oil on plywood panel, 122 x 122 cm
The dream of alienation, pencil on paper, 15 x 15 cm
Unwelcome news of unacknowledged dependencies
Coming out of the surf one day I glanced down and saw a stone looking up at me. In the following couple of years I happened upon more of these. Due to the accidental arrangement of mineral deposits, the stones have eroded over millennia to resemble faces. Some stones are as old as the earth itself, some have traversed great distances between continents, and some have come from space—the result of collisions among asteroids, comets, moons, and planets.