John Clark

I paint and build people. They are usually imagined, occasionally remembered and sometimes they are models; fragments of bodies that I have found and/or built. Whatever the source, the work proceeds with some urgency as if it were a hunt. Meaning percolate gently through the mixing; attaching and detaching themselves as the arrangements shift. I exert little control but take notice and what I notice I paint or build. I suspect that at the heart of the process is a question of identity, allied to a suspicion that the real world is as much a product of desire as it is an object. In recent pieces I have looked more and directed less. The work has become smaller and simpler. The larger groupings have given way to smaller studies. Heads float in space, arms lie on planes, figures drift.

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