shui lyn white
there are moments in our lives when we cease to be. our hearts beat but we no longer are: we are not who we were a moment ago and we have yet to become. a moment when we are between selves. a moment of not-being, when we dissociate and are displaced. when the cloak of the self falters, fails and falls apart as the illusions we’ve harboured about ourselves and the world collapse...and there we are, revealed.i think of myself as an artist of this particular moment in the human experience: this moment when we are not. of all the landscapes in the human experience it is the one that fascinates me the most, and the one i am most familiar with: it is my most profound experience. fleeting and fragmentary, these moments fundamentally and irrevocably alter who we are. one moment we are here, and the next we are someone else. and in between, a splinter of time in which our truest self is exposed. this is my moment. the moment of the self laid bare. here there is no fakery; no contrivance; no artifice; no where to hide. here everyone is equal. and everyone is equally revealed.the landscapes of human experience i explore in my work are personal dissolution and diaspora, and the disassociation and displacement that culminates in silence, solitude and the death of meaning.i am a figurative landscape painter. i say that because while the figures i paint all have some resemblance to people i know or have observed, what i am observing isn't how they look. rather i am observing the dissolution of the self. i am observing the landscape of the self ceasing to be as one might observe a storm breaking across some distant hills, or the way light dances on a sweep of ocean. i am observing the grandeur of futility.i observe as one self ceases, another emerges.and in this moment of dissolution and displacement,compassion and humanity are born.