The multimedia sculptural installation of this show is comprised of eight years’ worth of detritus, artefacts and abandoned materials, from the founding and managing Ireland’s largest art studio network. It is at once both the evidence of the passage of a massive undertaking, as well as the public viewing of a role and identity laid to rest- not only retiring from being the day-to-day manager, but also undergoing a very visible gender transition, from publicly identifying as male to identifying as female… from Bear to Kay, as it were.
The usefulness of everything has a lifespan, but the things left behind in our paths have a story written on their surfaces- the worn and broken bits and patina of wood and metal are as meaningful as the wrinkles and scars on the skin of our bodies, and consequently we can empathise with the inanimate; we know the feeling, from within, of something worn smooth; a scar from a cut that is so old that the edges are barely visible; the ferocity and force exerted on something broken in half, splintered, with the jagged edges of what was inside now a new, raw surface. The aesthetic of these efforts has developed as much from studies in media technologies and economies as it has from witnessing the leftover, rusting, crumbling impacts and effects of industry and individuals on their environments.
This project has been about a proper burial for the past as much as it has been about releasing myself from it- I have lost large elements from my life over the past year and a half; the silver lining was that it was a catharsis, an impetus to release the rest of the balast- both physical and emotional- and concentrate on forward-and-upward, rather than grieving- ad astra per aspera. After spending so much time during the last several years in administrative and development mode, it’s both frightening and exciting to be creating again, simply for the joy and love of doing so. After dealing with so many artists and makers over the years, it would be easy to cripple one’s self right out of the gates with worries and fears that there is PLENTY of stuff out there already; that the world doesn’t need another painting, or song, or table… so either I don’t make another, or make damn sure I’m making it because it makes ME happier, because it makes MY life more enjoyable. Start from there and build back up.