What’s interesting for me, I mean, how the bindi start — why they started. I mean how they started, and what they are now, is very different. And I think that’s great. I think they’re sort of experiences, like imagined — not specifically now, imagine they’re like text or a random thought. You could look at them like — you look at them like text works, or even maps or typographical, or about how people are. They’re sort of fraught with fear, anxiety, laughter, excitement, and sort of, I think, memory too. I think the works are like a trope for me, if you could see that. And there’s also a certain burden of the material of the bindi, which I know it is very apparent. And for me, that’s a constant struggle, how I reinvent them, and how I reinvent them in my own practice.


I mean, they don’t function very well in the space of minimalism, even if I want them to, because you know, I’ve said it before, if I could reinvent myself, I’d be a minimalist artist, but I really can’t be one.1 So, they become like markers. They carry memory, narrative, the sleight of hand. And how I started them, well, they were supposed to be like a witness to the day in the life of a person, as like the idea of residue perhaps, left over experience, even sort of small. And I talked about it earlier, it’s like a small — it’s the small rituals that you do. It’s the small markers that you make in your life that somehow have meaning for you, and you’re not really sure why you do that.


And of course I celebrate the passion, and I also celebrate the aesthetic and the beauty of the works, and how they play visually. They’re kind of not very centered in some way, they’re very uncentered. And I like how I can take simple form, and I can take it a really long way somewhere else, and then I can bring it back into my own practice. I probably started with the idea of form and meaning with the first two works, Spit and Swallow. And it was really about here is a snake form that looks like a sperm. What does it mean and why is this woman wearing it? At that time I didn’t think that I would take it so far or so long. And I think the idea just ran, and I just keep following it. I suppose I’ll just keep following it until the wind dies down.

  1. Two Gongs
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