Born 1988 UK 2014 – 2016 MFA Scultpure, Slade School of …
Born 1988 UK
2014 – 2016 MFA Scultpure, Slade School of Fine Art, London
2007 – 2010, BA Fine Art, Chelsea College of Arts, London
Lives and works in London & Somerset UK
JANUARY 2019 – ‘Last Man Standing’ – Castor, London
MARCH 2018 – ‘Not going to work ‘ – The Bomb factory art foundation, London
APRIL 2017, ‘Time and Attendance’, CASTOR– London, first solo exhibition.
Selected Group Exhibitions
MAY 2020 Contemporary sculpture Fulmer, Fulmer sculpture park, Gerrards Cross
FEBRUARY 2020 ‘Habitual’ – Castor – London
FEBRUARY 2020 ‘Wretched of the Screen’ – DAR exhibition – Magdelene Project Space Oxford
DECEMBER 2019 – Gilbert Bayes Award Show – Royal Society of Sculptors – London
OCTOBER 2019 – 100 Sculptors of Tomorrow – Book by Thames and Hudson
JUNE 2019 – Slow Install – Online
APRIL 2019 – Thameside Studios, London
NOVEMBER 2018 – Visions in the Nunnery – selected by Bedwyr Williams, Nunnery Gallery, London TBC TV, Somerset House, London
MAY 2018 – Contemporary sculpture Fulmer, Fulmer sculpture park, Gerrards Cross
FEB 2018 – PUSH, HOME, Manchester
OCTOBER 2017 – Castor at Century club, London
SEPTEMBER 2017 – Relics From The De-Crypt, Gossamer Fog, London
JUNE 2017 – East Tower, Caustic Coastal, Manchester
MARCH 2017 – Broomhill National sculpture award, Broomhill, Devon
NOVEMBER 2016, Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016, ICA– London
NOVEMBER 2016, Solopreneur, Kingsgate Workshops – London
NOVEMBER 2016, Frame Break, Spitalfields Market – London. Sculpture commission for Spitalfields market
OCTOBER 2016, Made@EU Exhibition, The Gallery – Plymouth College of Art, Plymouth
AUGUST 2016,Disappearance is a trick @ Fotopub – Novo Mesto, Solvenia
JULY 2016, Lunch Break Deptford X – London
JULY 2016, Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016, The Bluecoat – Liverpool
JUNE 2016, Slade School of Art MA/MFA/PhD degree show, Slade School of art – London
APRIL 2016, (Un)Doing (Un)Making, Hardwick Gallery – Cheltenham
JANUARY 2016, DA THIRST: DAWN OF JUSTICE, Baltic 39 – Newcastle
MARCH 2015, TELEPHONE, Satellite Collective New York http://www.jackwest.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/demo-img.jpg
FEBRUARY 2015, THE FIRST HUMANS – 3D PROJECTION MAPPING COMMISSION – Pumphouse Gallery. Battersea London.
JUNE 2013, CREEKSIDE OPEN SELECTED BY CERI HAND – APT gallery, London
JANUARY 2013 , BEERS CONTEMPORARY AWARD EXHIBITION, Beers Contemporary, London
DECEMBER 2010 – FEBRUARY 2011, FROM L – An Exhibition of London Artists in Lille as part of the London to Lille cultural exchange, held at Galerie Vertikall, Lille. Curated by Franck Milon
OCTOBER 2010 , ANTICIPATION – An exhibition of the 21 best emerging London Artists, Curated by Kaye Saatchi and Catriona Warren, held at Selfridges Department store, London.
Awards and Residencies
MAY 2020 – Residency – East Bristol Contemporary Instagram Residency
DECEMBER 2019 – Residency – Digital Art Residency – ‘Wretched of the Screen’
OCTOBER 2019 Award – Gibert Bayes Award, Royal Society of Sculptors
JUNE 2016 Award – Kenneth Armitage Young Sculptor Prize
JUNE 2016 Residency – East Tower Residency, video commission for White Noise City, At the east tower, television centre, London
MAY 2016 Residency – Made at EU Residency, Plymouth College of Art
OCTOBER 2012 Award – Beers contemporary award for emerging art
Part of the University of the Arts Fine Art Collection.
Selected for Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016
Member of the Bomb Factory Art Foundation
Like any deity worth its salt, we still fear The Machine. They say it will take our jobs – you can’t trust it. They say it can set us free, give us hope – do the work for us and release us to abound into a future of endless leisure. It’s a hand offering food, don’t bite it, it might be all you’ve got.
In the virtual world there is no grease, just perfect movement. Without friction there is no wear, no need to maintain. These machines can toil away endlessly leaving us sat on the sidelines with nothing to do but question the actions played out in front of us. And they carry on, pushing, pulling, hitting, sorting, sweeping. Each action must have a reason – surely?
Or there again maybe it’s just ritual, an attempt at appeasement, a prayer for a release from the Boschian nightmare in which they find themselves. Turn the crank for 8 hours a day and you’ll be rewarded with a fine gold nugget.
The virtual world spills out into the real. Parts come together in an attempt to create function; they repeat, stutter then fall away leaving a purpose that is entirely totemic. Born from a process of heavy industry, cut by lasers from metal sheets only to end up in a life of static redundancy. Poised for action but still somehow limp.