‘The photographs she takes are records of her brief journeys as she weaves skeins of light before the lens, sometimes white, sometimes coloured. Her trajectory leaves traces which form shapes shifting from transparent, through opaque to sinuous lines with the tensile precision of steel. Sometimes the landscape is barely discernible, just a dense tactile space, at other times the forms drift over recognisable terrain like mist that is impossibly articulated, or a bolt of fine silk, each fold of which is impossibly crystalline, or a transparent titanium sculpture. It looks like an extraordinary natural event, like the aurora borealis, or freak electrical activity.
Of course it’s all an illusion. The shape has an illusory concreteness created by the passage of time. If you were there, you wouldn’t see it. That’s the point. Kirsten is fascinated by the idea of recording something which didn’t actually happen, not in that form. Yet it is a genuine record of energy and movement, and so, at the same time, not an illusion at all, but a very clear exposition of intent and process.’