I went to art college and spent more time reading about evolution and the history of science than art.
Lately my work seems to be looping around mythologies and histories about the Origins of Things, where the narratives and meanings themselves have been forgotten or misplaced.
These histories and theories play around their own internal logics and structures (loosely based on the absurdities of our own, maybe, involving geology and the origins of the Universe), which make sense within themselves, but may be complete and utter nonsense. We don't really know, yet.
Apparently I also had a thing about wearing woolly tights on my head as a child and pretending to be a rabbit.
Feel free to contact me at lkitching [at] hotmail.co.uk
