Wilda 6 Print

Hello! I am Jane - designing as Floran Dustry - and welcome to my gallery. My story as an artist begins with a love of dystopian fiction, or rather, the beauty of the writing that can bring to life so vividly our disturbing possible futures. In my eyes, though, the beauty of the writing juxtaposed with the ugliness of a dystopian society is a paradox that I want to explore in my art. In my pictures, nature represents the writer, the creator of broken worlds, the overseer of things torn and disturbed, and from those ashes of humanity comes hope. Nature, and flowers in particular, represent what an abandoned human-made world cannot control and cannot suppress. One aspect of my new collection is to depict how the beauty of uncontrollable hope can overrun the ugliness of a broken world that has been frozen in time, halted in its development. Linked to this, and born from it, is the industrialisation that, also paradoxically, can save this broken world from perpetual ashes. It is another paradox that industry can both destroy and rebuild society. History has shown us that both these ideas can co-exist and I try to create a visual story of that paradox in the digital and AI assisted art that I create. AI itself is another paradox; we both fear it and embrace it; we recognise its utilitarian ideal, yet we distrust it. The deliberate use of AI in my art is an attempt to control the uncontrollable and yet these questions remain: Who programmes it? Who commands it? Who creates it? Who manipulates it? My art, a juxtaposition of beauty and industry, attempts to recognise that these questions cannot be answered, but they can be gazed upon, recognised and, hopefully, discussed. I have created the twin worlds of Florachine and Mechanflor, overseen by Queen Dahlia of Florachine and her counterpart in Mechanflor, Willow. Together, with their bands of architects, engineers and gardeners (the Florsayers and Wildas), they hope to rebuild a flourishing future. They also hope to harness the power and strength of the mechanical flower spiders and other creatures that were born out of the ashes of destruction. Out of the ashes, there is hope. Out of hope, there is beauty. If you cannot relate my vision, I invite you to consider it, at least. I invite you to see that the cogs and ruins of an industrious humankind are, in themselves, beautiful forms and that nature embraces and accepts these forms. Human-made or Natural - all is one.