ecotope : “the particular portion […] of the physical world that forms a home for the organisms which inhabit it” / ….”the smallest spatial object or component of a geographical landscape”
— Arthur Tansley, 1939 / Carl Troll, 1945

ECOTOPE (2019-2024)

The series on an anthropological level, is a meditation upon the layering of time and of deep time.  On a physiological level, it is a developmental and relational study. 

The diameters of the two largest circles in each assemblage work indicate my height and my daughter’s as we measure at the time of making. An auxological study, both diameters will change as she grows and I contract, a living layer and a record of the two of us. The third and smallest circular form at 19 inches diameter remains the constant, my daughter's measurement at birth. In the future, the series of these assemblage works if viewed in chronological order, will map this growth. An encoding, the interplay of geometrical forms a corollary to this foundational and evolutional subtext. Arranged around these bodily indexes, an array of stacked geometric shape, including a light tracing which I make from my immediate environment.

I am interested in concepts of emergent strategy, cellular memory and our relationship with the natural world. Patterns of cellular growth and division speaking to an underlying order and harmony. The way complex systems and patterns arise out of a multiplicity of relatively simply interactions - Nick Obolensky.

The assemblage works in Ecotope are experiential in nature, the moray created with the layers of the fly screen activated as the viewer moves around the piece. Alive and in constant flux, these works speak to the fabric of our being, the layering of experience and the Law of Impermanence. In it’s translucency the mesh has a transient trace like quality, much like breath and light, both elements which the screen, in it’s utility, has been designed to filter.

Mother and daughter are an edge. Edges are ecotones, transitional zones, places of danger or opportunity.”
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
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