People have a wonderful way of personifying objects, whether they are clouds, trees, or machines. I see faces, hands, and bodies in non-human objects all around me. At what point when we look at an image do we recognize it as human? At what point when looking at the image of another do we see the reflection of ourselves? My current works are demonstrations of that transition, where an ambiguous line become an eye, where a white triangle becomes the highlight on a shoulder, where out of a square block emerges a face.
"You are not here merely to make a living. You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget that errand."
-- Woodrow Wilson. |