I've been engaged in an investigation into magic and the ways by which an object, place or idea can possess a power seemingly of its own. An art object has this power, if successful: the ability to stand not outside of time but just to the side of it − alongside time − and reveal the past, the present and the future in one go. A souvenir has this power: it becomes imbued with a memory of a time and place. A gift has this power: a sentiment made manifest in material form. A magic wand has this power: the power of the eye, the finger, the mind, concentrated to a single point.
A stone has this power: the memory of its formation, its birth from the core of the earth, its metamorphosis, its fracture. A place has its own sort of power, borne of history. An ideology, too, has power: a power of belief, of subservience. It may be that if we stop believing in those systems that oppress us, we would become free.