Erupture: My microscopic Life-cycle.
An inflatable installation for the Arvada Center’s Unbound.
The surreal landscape pulses with struggle: my erupture is bursting, spilling, vomiting, and disintegrating. Debris is scattered across the landscape: spilled from split and bursting forms, but the process and the purpose is unclear.
The forms are inspired by microscopic images of nature. A variety of enlarged parasitic fungus and other plant life are present. These fungus must harm other plants to survive, bursting open to release their spores. This seemingly violent action is a necessary part of their life-cycle.
The arrangement recalls dioramas from natural history museums, with large groupings of forms stretching along the edges of the gallery.
The environment reveals an unexpected intimacy, exposing it’s interior through transparent portals. This delicate space feels calmer, more comforting, yet disorienting. This space reveals the artists’ hand, the delicate seams and air channels in view. There is a shared vulnerability between the artist, the viewer and the landscape.
From the outside looking in.
From the inside.
All images from the installation Erupture: My microscopic Life-cycle, created for the Arvada Center’s show Unbound.
Installation at the Museum of Outdoor Arts,
Contagion is swelling, growing, filling, inflating, and spilling through the gallery. The work literally expands with air- threatening to burst. The forms are based on microscopic bacteria and viruses. These forms are beautiful and complex yet menacing as they replicate and invade the gallery, trying to escape through the windows. All at once they are playful and frightening, decorative and destructive, delicate and diseased. The energy of the sculpture grows along the walls, struggling to escape but ending abruptly at the glass window, hitting it, and sliding to the ground. This violent movement contrasts the stillness in the center of the gallery, where two forms sit quiet and separate from the rest. These forms are infected. Growths burst upward from the dead forms in a silent cycle of collapse and growth.