Technically humans are meant to all be a blueprint. A scientific formula producing the same organs, limbs and vessels - we’re all just made of bits really. It’s evident though that we’re not all the same; in consciousness, personality, beliefs, cultures, and yes, bodies.

Straight Through Crew

A 6am MC said we are all under one sky

Gabriels said if you are lonely, things will get better

And we all cried

Imagine you are standing on a 360 porch watching the lightning roll in and a mid western American beetle slams into the frizz of your hair, vibrating and buzzing. The sky lights up in big bands of moody lighting, laying itself on a metal sculpture seemingly as tall as the sky itself. Everything is measurable by the sky.

I have been showing symptoms of acute art failure recently - disillusionment, frustration, apathy, racing heart rate. If you look in my inbox you would legit see one thousand rejection emails from residencies, job applications and grants. Making art feels like a 99% rejection rate. I don’t have much art to apply with right now nor is this rejection rate personal but, where is the line between tenacity and lunacy. How many rejections is too many? You can either give up because the constant rejection is crushing or you can just, carry on cowboy. You get one glorious life so keep it refreshed, reborn & renaissanced (sounds like Lady Gaga lyrics.) I occasionally hate the art world and how it makes people feel like they aren’t a part of it and in the same breath, I don’t know how we’d all survive without art.

I made this sculpture Praise You last summer at The Scottish Sculpture Workshop in honour of the cleaners of The NHS and our epithelium cells in our bodies. Both of who are crucial players in the ecosystems of keeping us safe.