‘All My Love: Matters of the Heart and Mind – Diagrammatic Drawing No 1’, 2020 (ongoing series)
A1 translucent paper, highlighters and black ink pen

To be discombobulated is to find yourself baffled, befuddled, muddled or perplexed, in a state of confusion, and feeling disconcerted. A colloquial term and a perfect word to describe growing-up with a lot of noise that bounced around the walls of my crowded, large family unit, based on the east coast of the wild, Yorkshire landscape.

The word ‘bobulate’ is said to have no etymological origin and, thus, has a nonsense quality that supports its meaning. And the round, bouncy sound of the word reflects its ability to absorb and resist stress, unlike the term fracture, which sounds like its meaning, sharp and sudden, which breaks or snaps in the face of stress.

I have found myself using the word discombobulate a lot over the last 10 years or so, which I feel, is in part, related to the half-life spent funding my practice, when I work with a myriad of computer systems and data sets, and the remaining half-life, where I turnover the notion of feeling discombobulated, through my practice, generating processes that attempt to recombobulate myself, if only momentarily.

I find myself using the word discombobulate all the more of late, as I imagine the current state of the world a perpetual snowstorm, accompanied by the white noise of the TV transmission, when it used to end.