Jacobus Capone is a Perth based emerging artist working interdisciplinary. Between durational performance, installation, sculpture, painting and video. His work continually has an emotional and humanistic sensitivity and centers around the desire and constant effort to integrate all action into the wholeness of one lived experience.The ‘work’ itself may be more related to gestures(for they are) centrally addressing the remaining point in all of us where everything exists in another way.

"For the past month or so I have been collecting water from numerous puddles, and run offs throughout Treasure Hill, and the surrounding areas. Eventually and painstakingly each body of water has been ice filtered. It at first was a side project, a ritualistic gesture that was hoped to access another realm of engagement with the immediate surroundings, or maybe to quell the uneasiness in relation to the impossibility any such quantifiable engagement. It became a practice in which one would attempt to be more within the present moment. And through this come to appreciate that everything passes from one state to another. A practice of undoing any sentimental ties that may be formed, by engaging directly with a ephemeral subject. But there is a solemn sadness surrounding this, an acknowledgment that the moments we are within as soon as it is intellectualized eclipse us. We are forever outside of where we’re within now. in this void like space, of not exactly knowing how to proceed or quite simply not knowing how “to be” , I felt it necessary to integrate these past futile actions and attempt to elevate them to a stage of somewhat mundane splendor. What lies in the space is a water fountain running off each puddle collected over the two month period. Each sample of water that was to eventually disappear, was caught in a moment of time, and is now integrate into a whole body. A celebration of everything that once existed and has passed. A celebration of what was, and what will never be. As the fountain continue to operate so to does a single flower for each puddle collected revolve in a 360 axis; a memorial of sorts for each space that a puddle was collected. As I stand on the balcony of the attic gallery, the gentle touch of melancholy embracing all transitory things brings a smile to my face. This as in all moments will end, and as I bid it farewell I process to flip a coin into the fountain. I welcome you all to do the same, to acknowledge, or to wish."

-- Jacobus Capone