Battle lines, the death of Actually
Battle lines; a line drawn in the sand, the setting out of boundaries and the brush marks made on the surface of the canvas. The studio is the battlefield, where the push and pull of the human condition is encountered and reflected on.
The death of Actually
How much of our experience and emotions are being conditioned by the altered ego on a daily basis? Feeding on the rise of narcissistic thought and opinion, the fuel of Fakebook and Instaglam and Twatter. Giving rise to populist narcissistic leaders in South Africa, America, Turkey, Russia the list goes on… Maybe we should turn to self and the eternal battle with the super ego, its own becoming. Wrestle empathy away from doubt and anxiety of modern living. Who will leave the ring?