The work from the show hovers in a weird space. A kind of bubble gum apocalypse, a friendly dystopia, it’s Disney meets the war machine. Existing as a form of cartography- the series combines to produce a dream scape universe where things are fine, dandy and sparkling but also suspiciously wrong, disjointed and somewhat sinister. It’s a world joyously overrun with hyper-coloured pop iconography, organised through the guise of scientific planning. The patterned landscapes are created through an internal logic of growth, speed, and replication. Things just float, unanchored a network of connections unto themselves. In this world nature is everywhere and yet nowhere to be found. There’s something vast and complex about this space but simultaneously simulated, like a computer game. There’s a glitch in the system, things repeat, a fractal deja vu. Everything has become self-enclosed and self-referential, a circuit. A reality where all problems are beyond the screen and consequence has ceased. Information fragments rule in this placelessness.
The work is made up of sets, sets within sets. Distinct yet always implicated in the other, nothing is separate or independent.