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This is a show about endings; of the world, of friendship, of love, of life. Humans are preoccupied with endings, the finite nature of our existence both a balm and a frustration. The endings I’ve survived have been euphoric and painful, sudden or anticipated; I have ardently sought some while I’ve fought to evade others. In recent years I have witnessed a great number of endings; the end of my father, my relationship with my children's father, the end of my time as progenitor. At thirty-three my mother met her end; now at thirty-four, I have surpassed her lifespan, my end stretching out before me as hers retreats in the background.
We must all make time to contemplate endings both in terms of our own mortality and relationships and as members of a planet seemingly on the brink of collapse. The discerning eye can see both finality and possibility in an ending, to imagine that the story continues beyond its final page, that immolation can lead to both destruction and rebirth. The works I have made explore the nuance of endings in all of their complex ambivalence, from that bloody and difficult task of rebuilding and rebirthing yourself when your life collapses around you, to the vital support and dependability of the friends that will hold you through these times, their lives interlocked with yours, for better or worse. They explore the heavy work of parenting through upheaval, of sending your children into an unkind world, even knowing the wolves are just outside the doorstep, and the surprise and euphoria of finding human connection once more. The End! is an exclamation, a heaving sigh, a cry of victory; here endings are tragic and triumphant, closing the door on the past and clearing the way for what is to come.
‘The End!’ was exhibited at Post Office Projects and accompanied by an essay by Dr Chelsea Nichols. Photos by Sam Roberts.
This is a show about endings; of the world, of friendship, of love, of life. Humans are preoccupied with endings, the finite nature of our existence both a balm and a frustration. The endings I’ve survived have been euphoric and painful, sudden or anticipated; I have ardently sought some while I’ve fought to evade others. In recent years I have witnessed a great number of endings; the end of my father, my relationship with my children's father, the end of my time as progenitor. At thirty-three my mother met her end; now at thirty-four, I have surpassed her lifespan, my end stretching out before me as hers retreats in the background.
We must all make time to contemplate endings both in terms of our own mortality and relationships and as members of a planet seemingly on the brink of collapse. The discerning eye can see both finality and possibility in an ending, to imagine that the story continues beyond its final page, that immolation can lead to both destruction and rebirth. The works I have made explore the nuance of endings in all of their complex ambivalence, from that bloody and difficult task of rebuilding and rebirthing yourself when your life collapses around you, to the vital support and dependability of the friends that will hold you through these times, their lives interlocked with yours, for better or worse. They explore the heavy work of parenting through upheaval, of sending your children into an unkind world, even knowing the wolves are just outside the doorstep, and the surprise and euphoria of finding human connection once more. The End! is an exclamation, a heaving sigh, a cry of victory; here endings are tragic and triumphant, closing the door on the past and clearing the way for what is to come.
‘The End!’ was exhibited at Post Office Projects and accompanied by an essay by Dr Chelsea Nichols. Photos by Sam Roberts.