Erin Morrison
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
When she was eighteen, Erin Morrison remembers wanting to be a medical illustrator. At the time it seemed like a perfectly logical solution for someone who had the ability to depict what lay before her, while satisfying the constant urge to explore the make-up of things. Due to the fact that she had no patience to study and memorize every portion of a frogs entrails (besides the practical application of using medical terminology to impress friends), she decided to skip the step of medicine and explore the substitution of it’s importance with polluted, imaginative thought.
From Morrison’s experience of frequent trips through the Ozark mountains in Arkansas, she found herself constantly invigorated when immersed in a place congested with natural formations, wildlife, and overgrowth. Since her move to the city of love, forgiveness, and an ever-appreciated respect for nature, she has found that manufactured patterns has no place in her work. More than anything, these pieces reflect organisms and plant-life (among a plethora of medical diagrams in text books) mutilated by the element of man. (William Bennett Gallery)
