Hamish Pearch
I am good because I feel good. I feel good because I am good. My mother loves me because I am good. If my mother does not love me I feel bad. I feel bad because she does not love me. I am bad because I am bad. I am bad because she does not love me. She do, 2021
Plaster polymer, resin, ply, paint
65 x 68 x 62 cm
25 3/4 x 26 3/4 x 24 1/2 in.
25 3/4 x 26 3/4 x 24 1/2 in.
Unique
Photo: Rob Harris. Courtesy of the artist and Brooke Benington
This is a sculpture about writing down thoughts. Input and output. File them in an archive, store them safe The things you put in your head are there forever I...
This is a sculpture about writing down thoughts. Input and output.
File them in an archive, store them safe
The things you put in your head are there forever
I feel like what I do through making work, is to be searching for something that changes the way I look at other things.
What does it mean to make a work that gazes back on itself, is self reflective - thinking about the inward nature that often accompanies the production of works - and turning it outwards and outside
I wanted to make a work that would meditate on my own practice and on the nature, meaning and limitations of art making. Or making anything or Any thought. Anywhere at anytime.
Going into a head and into thought. A spiral that can take mood down, but then maybe back up again.
Of being alone, nights that won't happen, days that don't care. Counting out the cashews. Studio based practice. Work from home.
Where am I more productive
Drink enough water
Sleep well
And No bad dreams
Alone in my head, but anything that gets me out of my head and into others heads is interesting to me
It's not working. It's working. It's hardly working. Working hard. It's hard work. Is it working. It's working. It's not working
Knots, knotted, knackered. Dyslexic nightmare. Glazed stare. Out of bed, straight to the desk. Nothing to do, no one to see. Does it matter?
Im good because I feel good. I feel good because I am good. My mother loves me because I am good. But if my mother doesn't love me I feel bad. I feel bad because she does not love me. I am bad because I am bad. I am bad because she does not love me. She does not love me because I am bad.
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Hamish Pearch reflects on the complex structures humanity occupies, exploring the materials, objects and spaces that make up our worlds. Through sculpture, installation, drawing and sound, his practice gives form to human experiences and systems that are mundane and magical in equal measure.
Pearch's sculptures mix, merge and remake forms to create objects of instability. Found objects, natural forms and commonplace materials are used alongside cast and modelled sculptures. In playing with scale, Pearch interrogates the border between real and imagined states. Architectural structures – storage units, cooling towers, mid-century modern homes, office desks – appear attached to other forms or barnacled by natural objects.
File them in an archive, store them safe
The things you put in your head are there forever
I feel like what I do through making work, is to be searching for something that changes the way I look at other things.
What does it mean to make a work that gazes back on itself, is self reflective - thinking about the inward nature that often accompanies the production of works - and turning it outwards and outside
I wanted to make a work that would meditate on my own practice and on the nature, meaning and limitations of art making. Or making anything or Any thought. Anywhere at anytime.
Going into a head and into thought. A spiral that can take mood down, but then maybe back up again.
Of being alone, nights that won't happen, days that don't care. Counting out the cashews. Studio based practice. Work from home.
Where am I more productive
Drink enough water
Sleep well
And No bad dreams
Alone in my head, but anything that gets me out of my head and into others heads is interesting to me
It's not working. It's working. It's hardly working. Working hard. It's hard work. Is it working. It's working. It's not working
Knots, knotted, knackered. Dyslexic nightmare. Glazed stare. Out of bed, straight to the desk. Nothing to do, no one to see. Does it matter?
Im good because I feel good. I feel good because I am good. My mother loves me because I am good. But if my mother doesn't love me I feel bad. I feel bad because she does not love me. I am bad because I am bad. I am bad because she does not love me. She does not love me because I am bad.
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Hamish Pearch reflects on the complex structures humanity occupies, exploring the materials, objects and spaces that make up our worlds. Through sculpture, installation, drawing and sound, his practice gives form to human experiences and systems that are mundane and magical in equal measure.
Pearch's sculptures mix, merge and remake forms to create objects of instability. Found objects, natural forms and commonplace materials are used alongside cast and modelled sculptures. In playing with scale, Pearch interrogates the border between real and imagined states. Architectural structures – storage units, cooling towers, mid-century modern homes, office desks – appear attached to other forms or barnacled by natural objects.
Exhibitions
5th Edition (2021) at Contemporary Sculpture Fulmer, Fulmer, United Kingdom