IslANDs - Compressed Realities - Exploded Photoworks

forms marching through partitioned panels.
Concentric circles converge to the centre of a lotiform ceiling,
like turbulent waters in a whirlpool. Public and water park
sculptures use wires, metal planks, pillars, flowering columns,
create primeval organic animal forms and offer chaotic fields
of intertwined ethereal, fractal, optic art shapes.
Instead of looking accidental, Gudjon’s forms appear like
dramatis personae on the immense stage and canvas of the
universe, imitating nature, not as it is, but in its own manner
of operation, imposing, as it were, a sympathetic compulsion.
These create a coruscating, vibrant, synesthetic
dialogue – between life and art. The apparently random, indeterminate,
fortuitous deformations emulate non-random
processes of nature. These build up a cathartic sense of the
human species caught up in the ever widening circles of hurtling
galaxies in the vast immensity of the universe.
Gudjon finds in the silence of nature echoes of his soul. He
breathes speech, respiration and meaning into them. He illustrates
the transformative impact of thinking on matter. In
Doina Uricaria’s poem “Letters gathered in the name of Eloah”,
he finds seeds of earthquakes and storms, as God takes
earth from the waters, and pulls Eve out of Adam’s rib. The
steel God emerges in splinters, but the buds, grass and forest
are destroyed and a ram is skewered in the arrogant atom
of metal, which thought itself immortal. He provides a comment
on machine civilization, in which technology outstrips
wisdom, because of the fragility of human beings who control
such technology.
A chromatic abstraction and improvisation creates vibrant,
pneumatic shapes, in a play on solids and voids, lines and
curves, circles and cylinders, with a coloristic use of light and
shadows. The fragmentation, recombination dismemberment
and transgression of materials provides an unfolding experience
of time and space continuum. Luminodynamic and
shifting timelight resonances create anti-style landscapes,
differently articulated and synchronized in an aleatory music.
To recall Dylan Thomas, “Vision and Prayer”:
Who
Are You
Who is born
In the next room
So loud to my won
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark roam
Over the short and the dropped son
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