Australia / Duration 10m 10s / 2013
Sinead O’Connor dragged through glue soup and tears.
Simon Pericichʼs hysterical, dark brand of makeshift art production is concerned with the terrifying awareness that humanity and its current actions are, in essence, irrationally selfish and detrimental. Traversing large-scale installation, video and image his nihilistic dystopias act like an evolving epitaph and harbinger for a future that seems out of the control of its population.
Sometimes stemming from the autobiographical, sometimes detached commentary on consumer trends, Pericichʼs prolific practice forms transitory bonds between audience members and acts as an invitation or platform to participate. His methodology has been cited as Relational Aesthetics for perverts and his work has a particular knack of salvaging commonplace materials or ideas to create absurd yet poetically obsessive shrines that examine yet defy commodification. His recognizably ad hoc and sinister style is always ready to inhabit new territories and tries to speak of that big heavy junk, you know, like being alive.