‘Funus, Fumus, Fuimus, Ecce’
The Glasgow School of Art Degree Show 2024
Stow College, Glasgow
Selected for the RSA New Contemporaries Exhibition 2025 at the Royal Scottish Academy, Edinburgh
‘Funus, Fumus, Fuimus, Ecce’ is a fabricated enquiry into how subjective re-enacments of personal and collective histories can epitomise the complexity of langauge.
Through the culmination of found objects, traditional photographic techniques, and unintelligible and untranslatable text, I attempt to reveal a preservation of primitive Welsh culture, identity, and inheritance. The underpinning of ambiguity through indecipherability tempts to thread ideas around the phenomelogical qualities of my own spirit, of significant objects, and the esoteric notions of a past life, knotting the skin of palimpsest in an attempt to heal ambivalent time, memory, and epistemologies.
I testify that my past lives disintegrate like a “corpse, a memory, and a ghost”, all mockeries of loss that I urge myself to keep nearby. To whatever degree of death my language may defy, I will remain a foreword to a scripture of my own testimony, for as long as I wish to remember.
The Glasgow School of Art Degree Show 2024
Stow College, Glasgow
Selected for the RSA New Contemporaries Exhibition 2025 at the Royal Scottish Academy, Edinburgh
‘Funus, Fumus, Fuimus, Ecce’ is a fabricated enquiry into how subjective re-enacments of personal and collective histories can epitomise the complexity of langauge.
Through the culmination of found objects, traditional photographic techniques, and unintelligible and untranslatable text, I attempt to reveal a preservation of primitive Welsh culture, identity, and inheritance. The underpinning of ambiguity through indecipherability tempts to thread ideas around the phenomelogical qualities of my own spirit, of significant objects, and the esoteric notions of a past life, knotting the skin of palimpsest in an attempt to heal ambivalent time, memory, and epistemologies.
I testify that my past lives disintegrate like a “corpse, a memory, and a ghost”, all mockeries of loss that I urge myself to keep nearby. To whatever degree of death my language may defy, I will remain a foreword to a scripture of my own testimony, for as long as I wish to remember.
