Moon Tree
December 2015.
The silver branch climbs to the ceiling. Wrapped and entangled by metal vines. Dreamlike, haunting, surreal, heavenly.
The glowing pearls gently swing due to the air currents in the room. Gently; in comparison to the frantic flashing of the sun caused, again, by the wind flustering the leaves. Taunting the dying branch with light it cannot use and leaves it cannot grow.
Shadows are cast in a ring of small circles, they grow and fade with the rhythm of the flash. The strung up pearls themselves drop from the branch like rain drops, caught in their fall by the moon thread and held to the light.
Light: the very essence that makes the tree grow, teasing the branch ripped by wind from the tree, its source of life.
Now it hangs here, ephemeral and still.
Silver Maple, silver acrylic paint, wire, ‘moon’ coloured cotton, pearls, projector showing "Flash Signals".
Approx. 2000mm x 3300mm
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