Towards Spp. Citizenship
We are an artist duo working ‘Towards Species Citizenship’, expanding the scientific definition of species to seeing life in all forms, whilst grounding our work in relation to current political frameworks. Through our situated practise, we seek to undergo a tuning to the environment we are in, an embodied process, without assumption that we will arrive at a particular or pre-determined destination.
Towards Spp. Citizenship
We are an artist duo working ‘Towards Species Citizenship’, expanding the scientific definition of species to seeing life in all forms, whilst grounding our work in relation to current political frameworks. Through our situated practise, we seek to undergo a tuning to the environment we are in, an embodied process, without assumption that we will arrive at a particular or pre-determined destination.
We are an artist duo working ‘Towards Species Citizenship’, expanding the scientific definition of species to seeing life in all forms, whilst grounding our work in relation to current political frameworks. Through our situated practise, we seek to undergo a tuning to the environment we are in, an embodied process, without assumption that we will arrive at a particular or pre-determined destination.
Dungeness; —UK
It is ultimately a matter of temperament whether one is depressed by reminders of mortality. The sculptors of our dispositions have varied moods — seeing a hare’s carcass on a childhood hike versus surviving the death of a parent when young, surely have differing effects. And neither example ensure a particular outcome of personality — there are ever so many factors.Quite simply though, some of us are drawn to environs where the contemplation of transcendental change is an involuntary aspect — ruins, deserts, the open ocean… Places that others might find a bit sad. I am not of the latter type, to say that I don’t find ruins or forlorn places “sad” would not be wholly accurate. Rather I consider myself a peer of those like Wordsworth or Kawabata; those who could never say "beauty" without also feeling loss.
ca. 2022
Nearly a decade ago, fairly randomly, I ended up on the English beach of Dungeness in Kent. Dungeness is surely a paradigm of this lonely but fertile type of place. Ever since my visit I have been haunted by it’s memory. It is a magic site where erosion is procreative and ego impossible. Collected on this site are mementos I picked up while crunching along that deserted shore — a mix of photos and detritus of “melancholic grace”.
