The People Who Came From The Sea
Wood / Glass / Stone / Clay / Wax
And in the distance
at the edge of the mirage
we still watch, every evening
the sun fall into the sea
Desperate times calls for desperate measures. This new series of sculptures are firmly rooted in the speculation of the past, the present and the future. At this point of civilization's existence we are finally beginning to enter the sphere of recognition and admission that whatever the shape or form of the gods we have made up, none of them existed in anything other than an abstracted form of unrealistic existence. We have committed personal fraud. We have for generation after generation passed the poisoned chalice onto our children in order to affirm and justify our own spiritual shortcomings. I am and always have been an enthusiastic supporter of protestation. I want positive discourse over a dulling illusional harmony. I view discourse as mankind in a positive cycle of growth and development. This series of sculptures are an introspective view of us as mortal man. The visual order of my thoughts and speculations has created a manifest and project that is imbued with a pragmatic order and visual logic. It is an order of three phases; That we evolved from the sea. That we existed, multiplied and developed on dry land until we had exhausted and destroyed the resources of the planet. A planet that we then abandoned and departed. Or as we with optimistic grace would wish, we saved the planet but travelled beyond the solar system as part and parcel of the pre-ordained factor of our evolutionary progress. The vocation of a sculptor is one of accepting a visual challenge, of speculating, submerged in the mire of a nonsensical arena of thoughts, facts and ideas in order to create a resonating pragmatic visual form of abstracted translation. A translation of which has the ambition to reach beyond the retina of just looking. To surpass merely the stage of seeing and arrive at the possibility of forming an uncoded relationship based upon the principle of something instinctively recognised. Something about ourselves, that is not determined by `the gods´ but rather a submissive embrace of our own diminutive reality. A reality that really is prepared to struggle with, where we came from, what we doing now and where we are going.
Galvin Harrison, Copenhagen 2017.
The People Who Came From The Sea
When the West Wind ripped the river's tunic
the river overflowed its banks
to pursue and take revenge;
Ibn Safr al-Marini
The Beacons on the Shoreline
... time passed, the global decline continued on all fronts. The pandemic never disappeared and would make random appearances which created panic and geopolitical uncertainty. Further military conflicts stimulated stable growth in the weapons industry which further added to the escalating body count and widespread destruction of private and national infrastructures. Fuel prices escalated. Food prices went through the roof. Smaller third World countries went bankrupt and became violent in the ensuing protests. Demonstrations in the western hemisphere continued to be met with unilateral brutal governmental response of mass arrests and widespread incarceration.
Resistance to the ever oppressive global manifestation of control was spearheaded by the younger and disgruntled generation and could be likened to a virus. Communication between the national organised underground cells of resistance was by written notes transported by brave and trusted couriers to avoid detection. Each communique was destroyed upon being read.
The activity of constructing the flotilla was moved and relocated to the vicinity of remote coastlines. The scent of the sea and the sound emanating from the crashing shoreline became the spiritual fuel that guided and motivated the ever expanding construction of the various fleets that, when the time was right would set sail on a journey of no return.
Around the time I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifty International Brigade.