Aethan Wills

What does it mean to look upon the ripples of an act committed by oneself or another? To be frozen in a moment/movement experiencing the act of division; at once looking back towards the past (path, road, journey), scarred by a wake, then turning in the opposite direction towards an unbroken surface: this point is a point of reflection. The future has no wake left from the vessel: is the future the decision to pause?

Currently my interest lies in working with notions of time, rhythm and location. The works begin with graphite marks on paper, but end with their removal via watercolour pigment (a whitewash). I have toiled with the visual experiences described in the cinematographic pause, as well as the pause of the individual within the landscape; a conveyance of a passage of time, season and movement. ‘Beats’ (per minute) have been an unavoidable catalyst for these new drawings. The drawings have become visual notations of the essentia of both a leakage of time and the poetry of season. Analogue records are reduced to markers along an irreversible time line, each of the (boreal) chromatic scales becoming monochromatic leaves, punctuating a score that will not be played, until finally the codex itself falls away from the surface of the page as a tumble/stumble. Could these be a whisper towards an orison of place?