I’ve always loved patterns, a grid, a tight system of orderly sequenced colors or objects. A rhyme and reason, everything in its place, just so.
My mother once told me about when I was a kid and how I would play with my matchbox cars. I would line them all up (in whatever order my imagination had made up) precisely and hated if they were to get out of the order I had so meticulously created.
That mentality stuck with me for most of my life. Today I have moments of OCD and have to have something in a particular way. Though you probably wouldn’t be able to tell from my messy studio.
Glitch, I think most are familiar with this term in relation to computers and transmitting data. I’ve been somewhat fascinated with glitch for as long as I can remember. For me it’s almost nostalgic, for some maybe it’s just like, “There’s a glitch in system!” Reminiscent of dialogue in some sci-fi-post-apocolypto-techno-hack-the-future-type movie.
I began to examine what it is about it that speaks to me. Sure, I can easily point out the interesting visual forms and arrangements or colors. But more so, I see the humanity in the machine, it’s imperfection, it’s failure.
Somehow then I feel safe. Systems break down, technology breaks down, people break down. Nothing is forever.