It's true that the first stick I collected was a tree
It was on Blenheim Road in Otāutahi
I didn't drive at the time but I made James do a U-turn
It looked lonely
Dumped in an industrial area
We hired a trailer and took it to the gallery
It was too big to get up the stairs in one piece
So we had to saw it up, in the stairwell, into three pieces
Three sticks
It felt mean
But I put it back together
The sticks in these paintings are dead and dry
Carefully chosen
Separated from their parent plant
Placed in scenarios that suggest domestic situations
Scenarios that suggest life
Scenarios that want to be alive
Shoes
The shoe fits
But obviously it doesn't
Thermometers at full temp
But the stick is obviously not overheating
Bracelets on a stick wrist
A separated limb
Bits of me wrapped around bits of sticks
Washing instructions
From MY clothes
Forcing bits of me onto bits of them
Them
Making them part of my life, by making them part of my paintings
Making a special shelf for them in my studio
The collection keeps growing
Sticks with grafts
Sticks with accessories
The first stick I collected was a tree