In an age of technological obsession used as an extension of the human experience, we as a western culture validate youth as identity. Abject failure to maintain this image draws on our society’s phobia of death, our medical systems complicit to that fear, and rather numb the pain. A spiritually sick nation projects the anxiety of death when in truth mortality draws us present in the moment.
Florence’s focus on themes of death, as the experience has frequented in her life as she cathartically teaches herself through an interdisciplinary practice.
Sweeney’s artworks are meditative states: installations of latex representing apparitions; needlepoint textiles referencing the archaic typography of graves and gothic literature - a bridge of historical context between French and English, the languages that bookend a chapter.
They query family, memory and the liminal space between life and death. All giving voice to the inexpressible through the deception of surface, which flows playfully with the use of fabric, being a solid medium, a flesh-like skin, or simply canvas. With these modalities, Florence explores childhood, womanhood and something strange to herself - motherhood.