THE BOTANY OF DEISRE: STATEMENT
Like a bee I am drawn to my pollen: plastic bags. I collect them in the thousands, from everywhere, to seed them across the world, to make my honey, or should I say art? Well, that is for you to decide, you are the harvesters!
Am I a honeybee, a killer bee, a queen bee or rather a genetically modified drone? That also has yet to be established. Ultimately I cannot help but mimic the cyclic, repetitive action of nature.
Did I choose my medium or did it choose me? Not everything is under my human control after all! Maybe my task is just to observe the rise and fall of a symbol. Like the bees, plastic bags too are on their way towards extinction.
In the meantime, while both species are quietly humming away, I like to lure the viewers into my artificial landscapes, and for an instant, attempt to capture their imagination by intoxicating them into a dreamlike floating vision that drifts from the tangible to the intangible and to a bittersweet awakening: a reminder of the contradictions of our beautiful world where the desire for creation and destruction coexist side by side.