Artist statement

As I bought more fish to take photos with, I start to lean into death, that’s why the subject never truly evolved beyond raw fish. I’m using this lifeless body to take pictures, death’s intriguing. Greif is all consuming like the waves, but a fish is life seems meaningless, almost peaceful. But these lives gets taken by a fisherman, who shouldn’t be able to haul you out the world you’ve known, yet here’s the human hand: and you’re the centre of this dish, but at least now you have a purpose; you’ve feed someone.  

How much of myself do I give until my life has purpose, how long till I am fulfilled? There’s these brief moments off joy and life but most the time I want to run and move and never stop, never look back.  

Sometimes I think I need a fisherman, someone to haul me out this constant stream that’s always changing and tell me this is it this is you. And I want to believe that, would that be peace? Maybe I’m searching for a way to kill this version of me, to start a fresh, I’m sick of going with the flow.

Now and then, when the suns bright or I can feel my muscle working and aching or the way the colours become vibrant, I catch this glimpse of these colours and the peace in existence and I want it. Or maybe I just need to eat more omega 3s and take vitamin D.

I’ve been teetering on the edge of these ideas for a while, it’s become infused in my work, these lifeless things shown in ardent colours.