We can’t escape the histories and mythologies that created us, but much of this has been lost. Colonisation has wiped out some of it. Migration means people are disconnected from what remains. The daily struggle of carving out a life doesn’t necessarily provide enough incentive to value the past enough to dig deeper.
How does one create the self in a world where belonging isn’t tied to one place, or is tied to many places? Having lived in 3 countries without any of them feeling more like home than the other, deriving imagery from the cultures of any one of them can feel dishonest, can feel like inappropriate cultural appropriation; cheap trendy symbolism.
This artwork looks to build a new mythology for myself, one with origins in the worlds I know, in places where national borders are less relevant and where human consciousness lives in a shared space. Classical and Western ideals which we are so used to seeing, and which belong so easily in not only the art world but in popular media, are displaced, and lie side by side with unfamiliar South East Asian figures and stories. They look forward to a future where we recognise that all of humanity and its many cultures are just a tiny point in infinite space, and understand that in each conscious mind there is the potential to explore this infinity.