Referring back to that moment,
Is that where one surrenders? To implicate all resolute dependencies, discriminatory against seeing –
As the gorse sets to the air, and the ash settles back into the ground.
Jamie Mills’ practice is underpinned by investigation surrounding the dissemination of gesture between materiality and environments – referencing both internal and external landscapes. These concerns are reinforced by an interdisciplinary approach to working and are made manifest through the renderings of sounds or materials often sourced or retrieved via immersion into nature or borderlands, and with particular reference to his aural works, articulated and manipulated through unorthodox instrumental preparations and the incorporation and processing of field recordings.
Mills’ employment of the mediums of physical mark-making, photography, and sound can be read as constituting a reality constructed not by the sole surface representation of any individual element (or part) alone, but instead, the artists reality is articulated through the relationships and the spaces between elements. In other terms, it is work that requires both on one hand a stepping away from, and on the other an immersion into, in order to extract an empathetic understanding of the essence of the work that presides from both a conscious and subconscious framework of mind.
Universally inherent within his process of rendering, there is a conscious dialogue between, on one hand material intent (or ‘essence’) and on the other, control, (or the relinquishing of control), so as to make work that negotiates thresholds and occupies at times a liminal status. In this sense Mills’ intuitively composed sound works, and his images or assemblages become markers to a series of internal journeys or rituals informed by an often poetic dialogue between material, form and environment.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
– Jalal ad-Din Rumi
Where is the place you inhabit?
(Within boundaries) sound divides, re-frames – the silent echo.
Walls retract, breaching our solitary conviction of words.
What is said is undone, over and over.