Art

Limited Capacity, 2022

Locus Coeruleus, 7 Pitchers 2022

Crack and Shift, 2020

Due to Covid-19 my thesis show was canceled.

Below is documentation of the work for it that I was able to complete as well as the writing done on it which now stands for the work as a whole.

Cultivate, 2019

This group of 16 bisque ceramics orbs was inspired by protists, single celled organisms with a surprising diversity in simplistic form. 

They mimic forms that hold life, forms that spread life, and forms that are life themselves.  I started out with a simple form that I threw over and over, a new birth every 15 minutes.  I then altered each one; meeting with them individually, taking the time.  To leave a mark, a scar, a tattoo, to pierce the womb, the hollow space, to finish the holder to life. 

As I worked, making loops, lines, scratches, arks, curves, and openings. Slits, windows, holes, tunnels and caverns.  Raising spines, spikes, hair, thorns, probes, claws, talons, scales, gills, and maws.  As I worked I made imperfections, as happens, as humans do, as nature does, and thought-

mistake, flaw or mutation.  

Isn’t it all just a step in the end?

                                                            See nature is no different, omniscient or blind, conscious or mechanized.  

Mend, 2019

A Bang or A Whimper (Continued)

Radio Performance, 2019

https://timsimonds.com/student-radio-broadcasts_01/

artists from the Sculpture, Painting, Drawing, and Printmaking departments at Pratt with their Studio Writing professor, Tim Simonds. 

Montez Press Radio, broadcast 
10:00AM–1:00PM — November 11th, 2019 

Icarus, 2019

The instinct to be one with...will drive you to ruin

Escape

Melt

transform

Preserved, 2019

This work was inspired by the preservation of lives in volcanic ash, I have preserved those things thought essential to life, to remind of the temporary nature of the human being and the unequal life spans of object and human.   

Something Dead, 2018

I wanted to talk about the subtle things, the quiet things,

Those that go unnoticed

Every footstep a wave, a vibration, a mark

A beat upon the earth,

Under the surface, the things held heavy and secret

And she, silent despite it all

Now it is winter

The earth grows still

The trees strip and birds sing unheard

The light cuts.

It is time to retreat, to hibernate

To reflect, in the pool see the future through the past

Let things fall

Cut away what isn’t working anymore

Lying dormant under the earth prepare for the new to come

The grow

Scrape off your scales and bathe raw

Burry

Sleep

Though the land lies still it is far from dead,

There is no end, only change, only moving on

Something dead still grows

Stained, 2018

On your birthday, blow out the candles, make a wish; another year gone, another year gained. This work draws attention to the rituals we practice and yet do not wonder why, do not remember the origins of. In the mirror see yourself, see the world, removed, strange and new. Familiar but reversed. Reflect, on the numbers we give weight, on the moments fallen out of our grasp and the ones to come. What has stained our lives forever yet does not touch our forms, physical. Blow out the candles before the light falls, drowns in its own wax. 

Flat Work

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