ARTIST STATEMENT ABOUT THE TOPIC “FUTURE FORECASTING” IN RELATION TO HER SUBMITTED WORKS
My images aren’t really predictions about the future, but an exploration into a specific kind of dystopia.
Sci-fi and futurism often have a hard time portraying worlds built on core concepts fundamentally different from ours. It can make the underlying framework of a story rigid and closed, at least for me.
This happens in my works too. I often bring up capitalism to point at the contrast between dilapidation and privilege. However, the images I showcase are set in a place where evolving, progressing, and overcoming are unknown concepts. It’s universal stagnation.
I think the tenor of a world that has closed off any opportunity for true progression but which still continues on is very fascinating. A loss can be absolute and impossible to overcome, but within that loss, there is still life. What does that life feel like?
When a dystopia isn’t an opportunity for heroism and action, I imagine it would be a vast stillness, a sad calm. Within that, there can be a certain kind of beauty.
How do you envision the future on this planet? (When it comes to art, the environment or the human race.)
We are only about 1500 human-ages old. In comparison, the Chimera is about 6 million human-ages. Basically, we’re earth infants. The rulebook on being a human isn’t really cemented yet, so with a species with traits as peculiar as ours, anything could happen.
We humans seem to be fantasy-driven creatures. We dream up things, stories and ideas, then weave them into reality, for ill or for good. That’s why the digital age is so scary and fantastical, it’s like giving a witch a wand or like building a dream machine.
The idea that climate change could be human-made was first proposed in the 19th century. Just 200 years later (only about 3 human ages) we have developed environment-friendly technology and have globally coordinated efforts to minimize the damages.
We’ve just started properly implementing this technology, so we have to give ourselves time to understand it, and how to develop it in symbiosis with nature and the organic world.
ARTWORKS BY ORDER
Soul Stones 1 / The echoes of open giant shadows. They ended in mayhem. Haunted mountains.
Soul Stones 2 / When we build a temple in a temple’s dust, It’s cause we are what is, and we build what we must.
What I Don’t Know / The light broke through the shell like a spear…A thin line of light unfolding like a map. Drizzling into my eyes…For the first time ever. My mind felt loose and flimsy. Like a cloud emptying itself. So, I couldn’t know…I can’t know. I was born from an egg when my body felt firm, and the future was also the end.
How Dangerous / So this was the dream I had. There was nothing left but waiting. The stars soft like butter. Like crumpled paper. A train. Sturdy like a card house. I don’t know how it got there, cause there were no tracks. I sat down waiting. It felt like sitting down in the middle of a storm, entranced by the way water moves. The stars moved too. The way I would imagine lava moves, and I was entranced. How dangerous it is to think you have nothing left but waiting.
The Privilege / The Privilege knows how to keep house. Have you ever been trapped in an elevator with a snake? That’s him. Slow and loaded. He can lock eyes with anything and turn it into a meal.
Night Reflected / «Want some tea?», she asked. As if I couldn’t see the night reflected in it.
What’s Left Behind Is Dreamlike / The captivity, shallow and slow within her gave her a story about a kingdom far far away. It bent backward, eaten by a passing thought.
The Mystics Of Cause And Effect / The Scientist was appointed by the Privilege. Yet, in secret, the Scientist had let her through the window. The Mystics of Causality he was called now. Scientists usually hid in the Infinity tunnels, but the Privilege had smoked this one out. She was looking at himnow. Saw how he clung to information like berries cling to bushes. Trying to figure out the causes for the things that happen.
Something Puzzling / There is something out of the ordinary here. Something puzzling. They whisper about a weird dream. It’s vague. Half forgotten. But they piece together something that seems familiar. A dim flicker at the back of their minds. But dreams are always like what that they say. Nothing to worry about.
To Be An Empty Shell
In The aftermath I’ll Be That Swallowed Sun
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A Mausoleum Made For Flowers / These beautiful organic beings. She knew they were out there somewhere, blooming. She’d read storybooks about them. How the last organic plant life was sent into space. The Privilege would later build a mausoleum in their honor. In loving memory of flowers.
The Memory
BIO / Jellyburger (aka Julie Berger Lindh) is a 3D artist specializing in 3D/CGI and animation.
She enjoys creating hazy, surreal moments from other-worldly places. The muted and the hyperbolic often reflected both in theme and style underline her fascination with creating a moment of introspection within a world that’s intimately associated with escapism.
