Random snippets of pen on paper; some that never went anywhere, others that became a thing.
Art is a magic spell. A glyph. A GIF.
My language, confirms your language.
And your language, confirms my language.
A language could be of the tongue. Or of the mind. Of the body. Of emotion. Of symbols. Of music. Or any number of things.
We initiate each other, into language.
And it's love, that seems to start it. Love for another. Love through experience. Love for a thing. Love of place.
Without love, what need for a language? Why would you speak a language?
Each time we love, we learn a new language.
And each time we are loved, our language is learned by another.
So we become.
And each time, it's unique.
Like a multi-dimensional network,
And somewhere, temporally...
I am working with New Caledonian artist Nicolas Molé and Tasmanian Aboriginal artist Grace Williams on an ambitious and collaborative installation at the Queen Victoria Museum & Art Gallery (QVMAG) in Launceston, Tasmania, for Ten Days on the Island.
The exhibition, Islands: A Speculation, will be a multi-media installation, combining a broad range of artistic processes and materials, and working with ideas that explore island-thinking, cultural interruption and mixed ancestry.
The Exhibition opens Thursday 16 March at 6pm, with an artist floor talk at 12.30pm on the same day.
Check out the work of Nicolas Molé here: http://le-singe-vert.tumblr.com
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