This writing composed the initial draft for an exhibition proposal I'm using. While the proposal itself has been streamlined, I feel this diaristic form of writing resonates with me more.

Body has always been a concern of my practice but being an emerging artist, I haven’t refined it. I remember a film I made recently contained a shot depicting the hand of god shaping a mountain from hollowed sunflower seeds. Initially, the shot was far outside my expectations, but with experimentation, I met and exceeded them. I still think about this shot and the mystery that lies within intuitive making and responses in art - the magic. This led me to research the significance of hands where I have seen them.

The Hand of God - I’ve recently discovered that in many of the major religions, art never depicted the divine in a full physical form. The hand of god specifically in Jewish and Christian art was metaphorical for God's interference in human affairs - Obviously now the christian god has been depicted in full form countless times. Man was made in his image (not my beliefs). He sculpted Adam and Eve subsequently from clay.

I’m positioning the hand as a divine itself. If an angel must be God’s word, then we probably aren’t meant to see his face. But if a hand is depicted unassumingly then maybe this is all we’re meant to see.

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I relate to the hand, I personally don’t like my face to be observed, I hide it as much as I can because it comforts me.​​ I feel my hand is very representational of who I am (in part) - an artist. To many of us, we address it and communicate with it secondary from the face. Love in most animals is communicated mainly through touch. When language fails us, we use our hands

I recently found an appreciation for sci fi after having hated it since childhood because “aliens are lame and magic is cool”. During dissociations, I’ve questioned the validity of humankinds’ grasp on reality and become estranged from it. Sci-fi as a genre explores the hypothetical and unknown. Space fi as a sub-genre is so melodramatic and soapy that I couldn’t not use it for my own. The line “lost in time, lost in space” from Rocky Horror reflects my episodes but also familial longing. I have to wait years so I can see my family overseas for only a couple of weeks at a time and even then, we have no common tongue.