‘What struck me when I walked into that room was a tiny stuffed toy dodo that chilled me to my pubes. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, or on my pubes, but for some reason the darkest places of my sub-conscience started growling with recognition and violent imagery, like I once had a nightmare about this friendly looking bird. Weird.’
‘The next works featured the chilling bird I had seen when I walked in and again it made my unmentionables freeze with shuddering cold. The piece was aesthetically beautiful and superbly crafted as a series of photographs told the story of the fate of the Dodo, but with a twist (They escape to outer space). I was fascinated, mostly because of the images of grinding meat and bloodied fangs that popped into my head every time my eyeballs crossed their purpled plushing plumage. It was seriously freaking me the fuck out, so I moved on to the other room.’
And in summary:
‘So over-all a pretty sweet show.’
So, wow! Meat grinders, bloodied fangs, pubes! … None of which were at the forefront of my mind whilst creating the work, all of which are awesome reactions. It never ceases to excite me how once you set work free it takes on a life of its own! Superb!
The bird in question: