Everywhere we are bombarded by images and signs which are designed to illicit complicity in our 'end of history' our dream of freedom, we are encouraged to busily engage in aimless activity, to believe in our self fulfilment as individuals, we are infected by the sickness of greed, co-opted by our inability to open our eyes and easily satisfied by glib sentimentality if that sounds like the ideal set up for a post-modern turn, a wink, a little joke, an awareness of the inherent pomposity of my own rhetoric then you have me all wrong I really mean it. Our liberal utopia has shown signs of rupturing under the weight of its own illusions since the end of the 90's it is through such cracks that I have attempted to peer, to assert with total conviction my own interpretation since philosophy has taught me that there is no neutral ones I have opted for total disclosure my relation to myself and others will not be based on some contemptible civility some thin politeness under which snobbery and hate fester, my work is an attempt to carve out a space to think to reflect critically upon the landscape I find myself in, I do not believe that artists should endeavour to enlighten people but equally I am board of the grimacing jokers of art who bare witness to our slow abjection while risking nothing of themselves.

meden80@hotmail.co.uk

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