in the garden I met a nymph – and then the water rippled
Jos Fullam
They/them
When making work, I role play as a seer. The resulting work being an abstraction of automatic writing. For me, clarity is unimportant as my aim is always documentation. This process enables works that lounge comfortably in their nuances, confusion and contradictions.
For this project, terms like "Desire", "Rest and Relaxation" and "Bliss" are used to colour my ruminations on alienation and powerlessness. I then channel these musings through personifications of inanimate object. The process is started by making something, then writing a story to frame the work, which spurs on the creation of something new, and so on and so forth, resulting in a continuous unfurling of works and writings.

The Prophet from above, curled up in her blanket which is adorned with the things she loves

Installation view (from top to bottom) The Seer, The Revelator, The Prophet

Close up of The Revelator

The Revelator begins at the beginning of time. A time before the apotheosis of rest and relaxation

Through alienated labour a nymph was born, sat at the center of a fission reactor

At the end of the palace hallway there is a boudoir, filled with endless delicacies

Can't you see how blissful she is?

Janet Jackson, rococo trinkets, sun loungers and Pablo Esca-bears. Her stiff wheels and tattered wings feel anew surrounded by these things

Dreaming of sheep, she is finely at peace – now that she is powered off