J e r e m y........T h o m a s........K u n k e l

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 Within this intertwining of mental process, physicality of making and with material, there is an infusion, a bridge which often times is a point of momentary blur, when the mere act of making is the ignition. Synapses firing, inciting some moment within my mind, within this mental incubator I seem to manage. In reality and when I was young it was my father who pierced the act of making into my being. I grew up in an atmosphere that demanded solutions, and a learning curve that caused blood blisters and fingernail splinters. Through hours of investigation and taking things apart, I learned, not whether something could or could not be done, but if it would or would not be done, and that an action is a choice, it is not a requirement for being.

 When conceptualizing art, for myself, it is important to recognize that it is not the photograph, or other medium, alone that represents the concept but rather the process as well. Hitting print on a digital art maker seldom conveys or embodies the metaphor of transformation, traverse or other resonating translation, the way an image in the darkroom slowly comes to. A process is presented into the order and becomes a part of the language, there is the material and its statement of purpose. Whether it is iron casting, glass blowing, an auditory experience, or painting. The method and material are suspect to inquiry. Equally so, when I am in the darkroom, the woodshop, inking plates or welding, my action involves the comprehension and translation of concepts and the tooling of a sensorial language.

 Often humanity is a catalyst. Societal discord, human despair, anger and the overwhelming abuse within humanity. These are often the initiates of conversation, of contemplation often demanding response. Through this process I explore outwards from myself, my connections and the relationships my humanness has with those abrupt and close around me, and to those further away. The anger, the hate, the disassociate. The societal contempt and overall disaffect upon and within community. What inquiries are made into mnemonics, social conditions, or social structures we have built, or are building? What is this definition of place within physical space. I am interested in age old questions of interaction that are constant conditions within the human experience, such as quandaries posed by Trigant Burrows and the biased 'I' Persona. With this I do not dismiss the interjection of desire, elation and childish joys, though I often find them hidden within the mishaps, and momentary pauses between absurdities and caustic human action.

 Recently this has forced me to explore this current and evolving post technological area. A future culture, and a blindness, and a future. Further and currently I am focused on the 'having' of our time, consumption, piling and the halving of space, the division of place. Racial, compartmental, gender or otherwise. There are connections, and there is disregard. Societal hoarding, and political herding. I am in pursuit of these contrasts, the reality of damage, the realness of neglect and abandonment. Tragic and abundant, the abhorrent actions are inhumane and I myself am a part of this humanity, this inhumanity.

 

 

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