An Uneasy Relationship
Through their actions these sculptures allude to our own bodies. The viewer having never seen such an object, its components take on names: lungs, mouth, appendages, or ribs. Our perception of the object shifts to somewhere between what we are and what object is. This shift in perception allows the viewers to project self upon these sculptures. It is not the physical likeness that we identify with, but their actions. Unlike mechanical tools, these objects serve no purpose. If they were accomplishing a task they would only be machines. The function only serves their existence.
The pumps and valves of these sculptures are only components; however, once the parts are combined the parts simulate functions that relate to our own body. The sculptures act upon our empathy twisting and bending as they struggle to breathe. Each part affects the action of the parts it is connected to; they compound and become organic. In “A Small Community” unforgiving structures of metal and wood constrict a balloon pressing into its rubber surface. The latex becomes akin to skin as irregular contours and transitions form across its exterior. Alone these parts are industrial materials; together they become like our own flesh. They are vulnerable.
Like people they go about their routine, affecting each other, and their surrounding environment. In “Altering Relationship” 20 units comprised of a solar powered circuit, a motor, and one joint constantly change the form of the sculpture. Each unit comprising the sculpture carries out its task unaware of its counterparts. Through each unit or parts place in a larger system the significance of the single component is transcended. The qualities of the whole now exceed the qualities of the parts. In this way the objects self-serving purposes are what make it significant. Each part of our own body continues its actions. Combined our parts define who we are. Like each of these components we are part of a larger system that remains in balance. We exist as a part of a world, a space, unaware of our significance or futility.