In a vast, picturesque meadow, secluded from the hustle and bustle of the modern world, a surreal scene unfolds. A woman, clad in an enchanting sea green dress that contrasts with the natural greenery around her, stands balancing on a whimsical stack of vintage televisions. Each of these TVs emits a steady stream of distortions and noise, as if each is whispering its own lost stories in a language of interference and faulty signals.
Instead of a face, her head has become a TV, equally enveloped in the same visual chaos that plagues the screens below her. This distorted image, a replacement for her identity, reflects a world where technology can take over and disrupt both identity and connection. Her arms reach up, an old telephone cord encircles her hand and ends in a floating, old-fashioned telephone receiver. This horn, detached and elusive, symbolises a yearning for communication, a call lost in the noise of an age where analogue simplicity has been supplanted by digital complexity.
The sky above this scene, previously a haven of calm, is now covered in the same disruptive noise exhibited by the screens, like an extension of chaos into natural order. Clouds, normally soft and fluid, now appear fragmented and distorted, as if succumbing to the disturbances escaping from the televisions.
This visual metaphor captures a moment of alienation and disorientation in an age where technology is constantly redefining our view of the world and our place in it. It expresses a melancholic message about the fault lines in human communication and identity created by the pervasive influence of faulty, obsolete technologies in a natural environment that cannot escape their invasion.
It all started with a4 paper and HB pencils. As a child I was often impressed by how beautiful the world around me was. The urge to capture this beautiful world, and to show the people around me what I saw, was actually there from the beginning. If.. Read more…