The boat floats 2014


My work is always across media, working ideas through drawing, collage, sculpture, installation and writing. In a practice which is so deeply rooted in process, often questions get asked about planning; How do you plan your work? This show attempts to address that question, in showing the interwoven nature of the drawings, sculptures, collages and an installation piece. There are photos from years ago; small plans or models which reflect forms now realised. There are the remnants of previous installations, materials kept and reused;
I think of the installations as expanded, with lots of space in them. The materials are spread out, finding form in relation to existing buildings or structures. When they are dismantled, they return to the studio and are reworked, compressed into new forms. The sculptures become their final resting place, contained the energy and patina of where they have been previously used.
This show also explored the metaphor of the boat as a means of protection and survival. Often I am asked how life is as an artist, and I always reply “The boat floats”. It has holes, it is battered by storms, and yet it bravely raises a tattered sail and floats, strangely in it’s own self sufficient glory.

It has a dark anchor with a pinking balloon
It drifts determinedly through your painted blue
mass twirling flirtatiously like I have to,
towards cut out pencil marks pouring up and outwards.
It is made of pieces of all of you. Some so long ago I don’t know where to look.
Goat horns will have to do, I think, and a string or two.
Trawling finding the glints among seeming
Absolute rubbish.
It is fragile and strong,
All made up.

an occupation of site which tightens but this is a badly expanding point
this is a body boat I have, I have although I cleaned, ceiled, coaled,
falling with appliances which talk
we build factories
gold ones, rough ones, made from the sea we are we are
trying to make seaweed
I had a hand, you had a cave
I don’t know what you mean
I don’t know what you mean
I want the lot
The shoulders, the dog, the sand, the bust we are broke we are rumbles he says wow then how do you climb and we reply yes, a club, yes, a blanket and still, there is no protection but we talk, we tell, if it was yours I would keep it, keep it , keep it safe

email Whole show 2 email whole show email Battering ram 450x 300 x 250mm approx email Boards 500 x 200 x 80mm approx email Boom bowsprit 200 x 150 x 100mm approx email Brace 250 x 150 x 100 mm approx email Drip 200x100x100mm approx email Drip and Anchor hitch and Boom Bowsprit email Hold 300 x 150 x 100mm approx email Jackstaff 200 x 100 x 150mm approx email Lump 400 x 250 x 200mm approx email Oh glory you 350 x 200 x 100mm approx email Rope 600 x 150 x 100mm approx email Sag 500 x 250 x 200mm approx email Sunk 400 x 200 x 200mm approx email Wall of small pieces email We are losing our tether 450 x 350 x 150 mm approx Boat install 1 Boat install 2 Boat install 3 Boat install 4 Boat install 5 Boat install 6 Boar 4 2 Boat 3 (2)
Just here, we are quiet, the machine was dark, and made for pavements
shot me something, feed her guts so small in a palm I can’t keep up
There is a certain frequency
This may be inside you
The world, is the one which does not make its list
Yes. No. Maybe.


Some new drawings… letting myself begin again


So for the last few months of 2014 I sent myself back to drawing school. That is, I decided to gift myself just time in the studio to do what I teach my students to do; practice. To draw and draw and allow myself to throw the drawings on the floor, and do them on crappy paper, and trial things. To push into new ways of mark making which felt scary. I guess it’s obvious to say, but when there’s a heap of deadlines looming, it’s hard to try new things. New things mean easy to fail, practice means not perfect, trying and trying again to reach a new place. Through mistakes come learning, but this can’t happen when a show has to be made. So I took a break, and just let myself feel like a beginner again. One of my teachers told me “It’s always time to begin again”, and I let that ring in my head. I took in with me a William Kentridge book for when I got stuck, and at those times I picked out a page and just told myself ‘just draw like that’. I took photos of myself and made some self portraits. I started life drawing again with a group of friends. I pushed myself into drawing only with mass. Magic, scary, exciting and intimidating. It’s been a time which really showed me how valuable it is to start again. I want to always be able to do that. Bundled Softening The centre is the whole The possibility to expand

Here are some of the results….