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| Bebe Lawn 9 ¼ in x 7 in x 2 ½in Plaster held by wood |
Artist Statement:
This sculpture was made with the intention mast to master the art of mold making. Creating duplicates of an object where one cannot distinguish a difference between them was my main goal for this assignment. The chosen object, a miniature plastic toy skeleton, became the focal point of my creative exploration. Through meticulous effort, I crafted 18 replicas of this skeleton, each an indistinguishable twin of the original. Subsequently, I ventured into the realm of texture, fashioning a textured landscape reminiscent of earth's surface for the skeletons to rest upon. Utilizing oil-based clay, I carefully imprinted the skeletons, creating an illusion of them enmeshed within the texture of the earth. The resulting molds, cast in plaster, boasted dimensions that added depth and authenticity to the terrain. As I navigated through the display, a disquiet lingered—an unspoken disharmony between the skeletons and the textured ground. It was then that I decided to courageously reevaluate my creation. The ground, with its captivating texture, held my attention and urged a new vision. Revisiting initial musings involving a miniature plastic baby, I introduced this element to the textured ground. The fluidity and natural fit of the babies within this landscape contrasted starkly with the rigid nature of the skeletons, invoking a captivating sense of movement and resonance. Central to this reimagined narrative, an egg emerged, serving as a focal point amidst twelve encircling babies. The piece, left in pristine white, found its soul in the infusion of red light, a deliberate choice to immerse the sculpture in a cinematic hue. This sculpture transcends conventional storytelling; its narrative is not explicit but rather exists as an emotional tapestry woven from the interplay of light and objects. It invites viewers into a realm where feeling takes precedence over explanation, where the essence of cinematography breathes life into an evocative exploration of form, texture, and unspoken narratives.
 Jake and Dinos Chapman |
| A scene from In Our Dreams We Have Seen Another World. |
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| Thomas Doyle https://www.thomasdoyle.net/distillation/armistice/ |
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| Thomas Doyle https://www.thomasdoyle.net/distillation/firing-for-effect/ |
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