Where it's at

I started drawing these rocky island seastacks in response to a group exhibition asking what God is; it started a heavy jag into all kinds of theosophy, shamanism, afrofuturism, animism, shingon buddhism, deism, theism, pandeism, pantheism. Lot of isms out there. Think I like pantheism best.

At different moments this past couple of years these drawings of islands have come to represent us, our little place in the big scheme, that innate lifeness that keeps the moss clinging on; at others they’ve represented brexit, the curve, nativism, performative isolation, the deadening nuancelessness of the internet, our own lonely atomisation.

The precarious present. Whatever we are, teetering on the brink of the sublime for 200 million years or so, 3 or 4 billion years if we include viruses (if we’ve learned anything this past year, we definitely should).

Deep time. Right now. Where it’s at.