

One of three groups that came to the gallery each day before preparing for the parade back at school...


Patiently lining up to see the exciting installation GUNSMOKE...



Abandoned sculptures re-framed by the artist, the word Sculet refers to a neglected item of cutlery found at the bottom of the kitchen sink
Two Friends
I called them ‘Two Friends’, he called them ‘The Twins’, he called it ‘Slowcoach’, I called it ‘The Snail’, I called it ‘The Hero’, he called it ‘The Revolutionary’. Letters flew hurriedly back and forth. I drew circles on scraps of paper as I waited for the latest updates, another small packet of photos for analysis and close inspection… I couldn’t let go of one heading, ‘Two Friends’.
Returning to the photograph of ‘The Twins’ I noticed the taller twin held the shorter, dumpier twins severed left leg in his right hand. I noticed it wasn’t all of his leg, being severed around the upper thigh and the part held by his twin was only the foot to the knee. Also it was the wrong colour, possibly a blind alley. I hadn’t noticed this aspect before, focusing more on my feeling that they were friends. One was wounded but happy. They seemed like two soldiers back from war, or peasants at a railway station waving goodbye and at the same time waiting. They are inextricably joined and bonded together. The taller bears the weight of the shorter; they have similar jumpers and different hats. They are benign and seem to be waving but don’t.
Like peasants and soldiers they live outside of time, but in the absolute present and in that second they are animated. They live in the quietness of villages connected by streams and the rushing winds. They wait at the railway station, not for a train and transport, but it seems in the anticipation that by waiting and observing the world, some small opportunity will arise.
Charlie Yetton 2011