When systems collide, things get shaken up and threaten to become unhinged. Time-honored structures break apart, net works are torn, the old order is disrupted. What to do with the broken pieces?
Dipping my brush into paint did not seem to be the right answer. A destructive force, which is causing havoc, needs to be addressed more physically, I felt. I produced large ink imprints of netting on paper, tore them up and affixed them to canvas in various ways. The net symbolized social cohesion, the fissures felt real.
But what about the other aspects of our world? Justice ignored, truth disregarded, violence reigning or embraced… How could I portray a graveyard of ideas once shared?
I cut up old canvasses and reassembled them, together with pieces of net prints, reconfiguring the broken pieces in order to form a new whole.
Was it the presumption of a new order? No, but I was confronted with an intriguing dichotomy: My goal was to portray chaos, created by a clash of opposing forces. And yet, as I was working with random pieces of cut up canvas and torn netting, I found myself striving for balance and beauty. Did I fail? Or is this what humans do: Pick up the pieces and try to create something beautiful?