Spent Dream of a Remote Wisdom is an exhibition of paintings and sculptures, most of which were made over the past year. Writing about a show before it is fully realised always feels strange, as so much depends on the relationships between the works, the space, and the improvisational nature of my practice. To offer a brief overview, I feel that these recent paintings and sculptures provide a glimpse of my work at its most elemental, existing somewhere between the refined and the raw, the precious and the disposable, the definite and the precarious.
Making this work often felt like trying to recover a memory. At times, it was fluid and immediate; at others, fractured and blurry. The colour of the clouds, the shape of the sun, the shadows cast. The smell of petrol. The cut on my hand. Twisted metal and trailing hair. What once was is not quite what is now. Dreams fade, but the feelings hang in the ether like smoggy vapour.
Alongside these new works are pieces from another time and place. Time is an echo, and I can hear it ringing. On and on. Caught in a web. There is no end.
Making this work often felt like trying to recover a memory. At times, it was fluid and immediate; at others, fractured and blurry. The colour of the clouds, the shape of the sun, the shadows cast. The smell of petrol. The cut on my hand. Twisted metal and trailing hair. What once was is not quite what is now. Dreams fade, but the feelings hang in the ether like smoggy vapour.
Alongside these new works are pieces from another time and place. Time is an echo, and I can hear it ringing. On and on. Caught in a web. There is no end.
