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People Like You - exhibition in waiting. / 27 February 2013

Pen and ink drawing, a work in progress incorporating a 'Creatives in Con.Text' quote among 3 eyes and clawed tentacles

getting inside, a Creatives in Con.Text work in progress

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I'm in some strange limbo world. Five soft sculptures wait impatiently. Next week they will leave their overcrowded space and take up temporary residence in Salisbury Arts Centre. I wonder who I will be without our daily confrontation.


Creatives in Con.Text are People in Con.Text; these five, white figures reflect the conversations, echo the history of creative expression from the art of the ice age to the current search for connection and recognition that drives us into an online future. Reaching out, they attempt to make externally visible the longings contained within us.

Kouros and Koure, echoing the classical Greek Kouroi, are also a reminder of how young and unformed our civilisation still is, and how far we have yet to travel to possibly deserve that description.

Jessie, Fons and Kosta are both younger and older, representing the past and the future. Without time and universal, but also unique and personal, they ask questions of a future where diversity appears increasingly problematic. The physical and emotional geography we construct to frame our coexistence in ever decreasing spaces demands ever increasing conformity - a simplification apparently necessary as counterpoint to the complexities of financial structures, political powers and ideologies that threaten to overwhelm us.

They make visible questions of the longings that thread through my arts practice from its beginning and of the emotions that come alive in Con.Text conversations.

I have tasted life and life

has feasted hungrily on me.

And I have embraced the question

so there is no going back,

Somewhere the answer is wheels,

And somewhere the wheels are a game

I play in order to play the game

of life; in order to find the questions;

in order to meet the amazement

that moves me; that brings me

longing, to the feast.