Jeremy Blincoe
Master of Contemporary Art
We are a gathering of things, connected through a tangled web of relations. When our hands trace the coarse outer bark of a tree, we are also being touched by that tree. We are not privileged actors and observers of the unfolding cosmic drama, but active participants within our surroundings. The boundaries are porous and it is impossible to demarcate the point at which the tree ends and the life of others begin. We are not the tree, yet are not a separate entity from it. We are in a world of metamorphosis and infinite becomings.