Recently my art is starting to reflect my self and my thoughts better than ever before. I am casting embryos as a memory of pregnancy, loss and fertility. Male and female essence mixed. Exploring the strong impulses to generate, the desire to have an offspring. What drives the amoeba to split in two? In the same time the early embryo –combination of male and female can so often not work, and miscarriages seem to be a lot more common then what I imagined. These are difficult contrasting feelings on the limit of conscious and unconscious.
I use memory or a personal emotion as a staring point leading into deeper universal base. This is sometimes raw and painful. It should be similar to searching for, distilling an archetype or a myth. If we dig deep enough we reach a common base, even with the animals. Our embryos have stages. Our selves have deep set instincts and fears outside of our control.
Here is my sketch book:
Pain and tissue gradually falling apart at one end, probably resin but I need to do some research on how to make it react differently in the same object.
Self portrait in crackled glaze, I will paint this.
Blind eels wriggling in slime (this creature exists at the bottom of the ocean), I think I will call it blind snake, on maleness and sexuality.
I am going to make a dove out of marble, spirit out of stone.
Look up mythical images and fetishes again. There is a wealth of experience encoded.