And throughout it all, we repeat ourselves, little by little, forgetting
the amber coloured glimmer of realisation
maybe an end that comes soon
but never now, never here,
because we haven't finished repeating ourselves - and the screams
fade, again and again.

HEADS OF WAR

Sculptures based on images of returning WWI soldiers

Mixed media - concrete, styrofoam, paint, latex, resin

NOCTURNE

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night,"

- HOWL, Allen Ginsberg .

www.chris-winston.com

Multimedia project consisting of a website, performance videos, a blog, and photographs

The creation of an alter ego and different interpretations with different media

Visit the website here (external link)

Who Cast the First Stone?

Performance piece using Chatroulette. Gallery visitors were invited to throw tomatoes to a tied-up body in the corner of the gallery, seeing a projection of live reactions from random visitors on Chatroulette. The online visitors did not have the context of the gallery performance, therefore their reactions are the most sincere reactions possible to a performance. The fragmented soundtrack reflects the uncomfortable wide range of reactions of gallery and online visitors.

Mobbile Surveillance System

“There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live – did live, from habit that became instinct – in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and except in darkness, every movement scrutinised.”
- 1984, George Orwell