I can not get enough of Thomas Doyle's work. The Brooklyn based artist uses model train miniatures and scenery to create to tell very compelling stories on a very small scale. Each piece is extremely detailed and very well laid out, so that his pieces evoke the most genuine responses from their viewers. They are all just spectacular, and can someone please tell Thomas Doyle to add more to his sketchbook section of his site, that has to be my favorite part. I don't know why but I could look at the processes an artist goes through to create his work all day long. The artist statement below and a link to his site under that, get over to his site the work displayed there is not to be missed.
My work mines the debris of memory through the creation of intricate worlds sculpted in 1:43 scale and smaller. Often sealed under glass, the works depict the remnants of things past—whether major, transformational experiences, or the quieter moments that resonate loudly throughout a life. In much the way the mind recalls events through the fog of time, the works distort reality through a warped and dreamlike lens.
The pieces’ radically reduced scales evoke feelings of omnipotence—as well as the visceral sensation of unbidden memory recall. Hovering above the glass, the viewer approaches these worlds as an all-seeing eye, looking down upon landscapes that dwarf and threaten the figures within.
Conversely, the private intensity of moments rendered in such a small scale draws the viewer in, allowing for the intimacy one might feel peering into a museum display case or dollhouse. Though surrounded by chaos, hazard, and longing, the figures’ faces betray little emotion, inviting viewers to lose themselves in these crucibles—and in the jumble of feelings and memories they elicit.
The glass itself contains and compresses the world within it, seeming to suspend time itself—with all its accompanying anguish, fear, and bliss. By sealing the works in this fashion, I hope to distill the debris of human experience down to single, fragile moments. Like blackboxes bobbing in the flotsam, these works wait for discovery, each an indelible record of human memory.
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