Warren Lee

Alfred was here
I wanted to paint cyclone Alfred (02.03.25-09.03.25) but he wouldn’t sit still. Kept moving, erratically, all over the place. Also, he was so hyper-large that I needed a satellite to see him fully. What’s more, I think he could not have cared less. Reckless Alfred. I persisted, because I was intrigued by how people are so different when a cyclone approaches. Maybe it’s having a common problem, or something to talk about, or maybe it’s the fearful resignation that we humans are not in charge after all. That was the idea. Materially, Alfred was here burrows into the digital remnants of the ABC’s daily weather predictions and borrows the sublime setting of Caspar David Freidrich’s The sea of ice. I wanted to take the time to make it, to stay with this trouble in the hope that it could offer some new perspective, other than our daily doomscrolling.