These are my landscapes, appearing infrequently but insistently; I keep coming back to landscapes. The following are some I've hung onto through many moves and lots of years, in roughly chronological order.
Drama in a humid atmosphere.
"The landscape becomes a tale full of emotions and its perception is a reflection of our living." *
My decaying tropical Utopias. Landscapes shot through with holes and memories. Nostalgia, the worst kind of memory.
I do feel a strong pull to landscape, but to me it's never felt enough to stop at that. To me, its an extravagance of mood, and then there come my buildings. Although, its more like one building, one stylised facade that represents a structure, like a barrier or a mask.
Like a totemic thing, my buildings provide a point of reference around which to frame and contain the layers of disparate, unique parts and from which to make different explorations of narrative and composition.
Buildings, as a containment.
Buildings, like memories, can look different, it depends on where one stands; it depends on one's perspective. Buildings are depositories, like a mind full of memories and can be moved around & take on new characteristics, depending on circumstance.
My memories are mine, and I can put them where I want them. Half truths and fictions, borrowed histories; planning the past.
Built environments, either covering and displaying inner intentions. There is a potential for malevolence in Arcadia, and a desperate need for security against it.
Which brings me to patterns, which is a chapter for next time.