Benjamin Arthur Brown
I'm interested in tensions and trances; ways of creating small narratives through objects and images and their placements. Sometimes it is the poetry in contradicting materials or the subverting of somethings purpose (a spiked chair). There's an initial line, root in, but there is always an attempt to hold the view that little bit longer - an attempt to leave a bit of poison in the air. There is seemingly nothing more uncannily horrifying than a cold egg on the floor.