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I started this series in 2004 and I’m still developing it. To date there are
more than 40 images and more will follow. They take forever to make. I wanted an “open” narrative in each image,
so that each viewer's imagination can find a meaning which is personal and unique.
These are seductive, inviting interior worlds
that you can walk into and walk through. My gardens are all metaphor - cartoon
humans romping through the idealized landscapes of a faerie tale world - a labyrinth that includes it's own exits.
This is the commodification of the dream. The process by which dreaming becomes political.
Bad acid. Aspen in aspic. Pure Switzerland. Snowglobes
in Wonderland. The horror! The horror! But oh! how heavenly........
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You closed the door in my face,
I opened the door in my face.
A fish jumped out,
quite bald.
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