The Garden of Forking Paths
12 October – 5 November
“The Garden of Forking Paths is an incomplete, but not false, image of the universe … an infinite series of times, a growing, dizzying web of divergent, convergent, and parallel times. These strands of time that approach one another, fork, intersect or are simply unknown for centuries, contain all possibilities.”
– Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths
“In a way though there is no such thing as the unknown. Because wherever we go, we carry our worlds within us.”
– Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind.
“I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened.”
– David Lynch, Lost Highway
Landscapes are full of echoes. They have been in people’s minds, in film, books, photography and paintings for so many centuries. They are freighted with meanings, memories and associations.
The paintings in this exhibition are all based on photographs of various mountain landscapes through which I have travelled. I have combined similar terrains from disparate locations to portray a region that is more psychologically evocative than it is geographically accurate.
In The Garden of Forking Paths, Jorge Luis Borges hints at an idea of space and time being a labyrinth of interconnected and alternate realities. It sounds like science fiction but it also serves as an allegory of memory. All times and places we have experienced coexist in our minds whether they are remembered well or poorly, we each contain our own multiverse.
My mind has a region of numinous landscapes with clear blue skies. Blue is the colour of distance, it is the colour of scattered light between here and the horizon. Blue hints at infinity. It recedes and creates the illusion of expansive space in a painting. It turns a painting into a portal.