“My current body of architectural work encompassing shrines, abandoned factories, dwellings, and mountain shelters involves investigating interior and exterior emotions. The concept of dereliction, decay and regeneration is fundamental. My aim is to accomplish through a powerful voice a body of work that intrigues and compels the viewer to look more closely. By engaging on deeper levels with material exploration of the vessel and metaphor, pushing boundaries and discovering technically challenging ways of making, I can delve more deeply into my narrative. Within the process of alchemy and passion, I learn to create a language that carries mataphor. Alchemy is the most developed language for thinking in substance and processes. I employ a painterly approach for expressive use of colour and line. Mono printing on clay with newspaper and drawing with oxides brings spontaneity to the working process.”
Dereliction is a driving force in my work and has it`s roots in adolescence and growing up in London during the 1970`s. A time of psychedlia 1960-1975, Cult cinema ( National Film Theatre ), rock music ( Roundhouse ), Pop Art ( Serpentine ), shopping (Biba ), Kings road and seedy Kings cross with it`s prostitutes and decaying Victorian buildings and council properties.
My experience of assemblage of materials and recycling came from living in London during the holidays and being part of it`s essential atmosphere and collective essence. I would often see scraps of metal, ceramics, books, cardboard, kitsch, discarded objects find their way into my father`s home and community garden. There were many personal shrines and symbolic objects placed in meaningful ways that I came to appreciate how important the placing of objects was and how that impacted on the surrounding space.
I am always been intrigued by the concepts of beauty in decay and abandonment as a presence and metaphor; Industrial derelict factories with their elements of rust, deterioration, decay and social change. In these deserted ruinous spaces the sculptured buildings echo with a sense of emptiness, a poetic and silent melancholy; a poignant memorial for a passing age as the crumbling structures slowly return to the atoms of swirling dust and gas they once contained.
I spent weeks alone, silently drawing my observations at the semi derelict Portvale sugar factory in Barbados. There was poetry in the rusted abandoned machinery with their sculptural forms. I was intrigued to record these moments in time on a two dimensional surface. These drawings now supports my sculptural three dimensional work in clay.