30x30 metallic print, carton, 60x60 white wooden frame, non reflective glass. Please contact for price.
It is said that we can’t apprehend time by any of the physical senses. I’m referring to the 5 most common senses sight, hearing, tasting, touching and smelling. Then how do we grasp the meaning of Time? Although we can measure time either with quartz or atomic clock it leads us nowhere near to understand time or if it’s suitable to measure it metrically.
In my work “Extension” I use photographs, video and sculptures for guidance to express my experience of space. By layering images and manipulating them a timeless void starts to emerge.
SOKOL II is a recreation of a “landing" from the movie Close Encounters of the third kind.
“We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its hands”
A Zine/Journal, influenced by Carl Sagan’s Cosmos series. The project began as a journal about 80’s sci-fi movies and the future I was promised as a child that subsequently never arrived.
The Sokol space suit (Russian:Falcon) is a type of Russian space suit, worn by all who fly on the Soyuz spacecraft. It was introduced in 1973 and is still used as of 2013.
The Sokol is described by its makers as a rescue suit, and it is not capable of being used outside the spacecraft in a spacewalk or extra-vehicular activity. Instead, its purpose is to keep the wearer alive in the event of an accidental depressurisation of the spacecraft.
Because of its increasing triviality, everyday life has gradually become our central preoccupation. No illusion, sacred or deconsecrated, collective or individual, can hide the poverty of our daily actions any longer. The enrichment of life calls inexorably for the analysis of the new forms taken by poverty, and the perfection of the old weapons of refusal. -Raoul Vaneigem
An ongoing project where a conversation with the Everydaylife is attempted with numerous of exploration and experiments.
In my work Deconstrutction The foldings are seemingly random although with closer examination they represent my personal chaotic life. Deconstruction is therefore something that happens within, the image becomes a cipher. Scanning them against a black background holds the image captive; there is no perception of stability only fleeting moments that lead to the abyss.
Previous is a work that explores the
Still taken from my sketchbook.