Where lies the boundary that delineate human from more-than-human forms?
The line is capable of being both wanton and bounded. Marking out clear divisions, similarities and sameness, and freely contanimating, merging and mutating existing forms.
Fleshy prisms capable of generating consciousness that might be more akin to a wave function: tuning in and out, moving and connecting.
My inspiration is wide ranging, from 40,000 year old Palaeolithic Venus figurines, to the pleasure found in movement: running across the moor, scrambling old rocks, and dancing with my children.
Rhythm and breath. All things, from synapse to star and stone, pulsating to a larger tune.