He's Got the Whole World in His Hands, Digital photograph on aluminium, 45x30cm, 2008. Photography by Kate V. Robertson.

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The Sun, the Moon & Everything In Between, multi-media installation, dimensions of wooden structure 488x290cm, 2008

He had his mother's tragic neck., Letterpress print on paper, 15.5x21cm, 2008

The Sun, the Moon & Everything In Between, (detail)

The Sun, the Moon & Everything In Between, handprinted book edition of 50, 19x25cm, 2008. Collection includes letterpress prints, screenprints, lino and woodcut prints; 3 pamphlets containing a short story, a play in two acts, and a prose essay; and an audio cd recital with 5 voices

1929 tour, found photograph, 9x14cm, 2008

'Peter et Claude: The Authentic Experience. A Celestial Drama in Two Acts.
Malaysian bats and fertilizer – Ravenous fireflies flirting – Musicians as gods – The devouring of Nature – Genital theft and circumcision – Creating a rebounding rubber sphere – Overdosing on Potassium – Death by stasis – Elton John's song for a dead icon. Curtain.'

In recent years my practice has been exploring issues of mutual dependency, abandonment and subsidization in the wake of colonial rule, through writing, print, installation and video. Conflating utterances of regret, hubris and misconception, stories of convoluted quests - chasing sentiments long since past - are given new life through re-presentations of songs, tales and found images.

An initial written element - which jumps in style from fictional speculation, to autobiographical reminiscences, to fusty historical research, quotation and pointed travelogue - forms the launching post for sculptural installations, whose many scattered parts hint at a vacated rehearsal site of theatrics. Often a lone male voice or body is adopted to recreate recognisable tyrants of Western Enlightenment - the Colonial, Anthropologist or philanthropic man of learning - to produce delirious and satirical narrative situations, during which an idiotic stasis is the most prevalent event.

Focussing on the juncture at which historical truth becomes a lamentable untruth - when collective amnesia grooms atrocious thefts into bedtime stories - my practice currently has me foraging for the exclamation that renders the sun, the moon and everything in between; and the significance of the word becoming whole.

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