Nick Turvey

Interesting Times
‘Everything Is Under Control’. 2012. Garden shed, fluorescent paint, barrier tape & fencing. 250 x 1000 x 1000 cm.

One of two installations at ‘Interesting Times’, a group exhibition at the University of Leicester Botanic Garden, July to October 2012.
Everything Is Under Control
2012. Garden shed, fluorescent paint, barrier tape & fencing. 250 x 1000 x 1000 cm.

“Everything is under control. There is nothing to see. For your safety and security do not stop to take photographs. Please keep moving. There is no cause for concern. The appropriate authorities have been informed.”
Do I Know You?
2012. Sandbags, chipboard, steel spheres. 420 x 198 x 180 cm.

6th April – 3rd May 2012

ASC WindowSpace
Erlang House
128 Blackfriars Road
London SE1 8EQ
Incarnate
16th November – 17th December 2011

The Print Room
34 Hereford Road
London W2 5AJ
Relic
2011. Acacia wood. 168 x 27 x 25 cm.
Life Sentence
2011. Mixed Media. 120 x 110 x 80 cm.
Host
2011. Jelly – 50 x 30 x 30 cm.

We are meat, infected by language.
Sculptour
2011. Beukenhof-Phoenix Gallery. Group show.

1st May – 30th September 2011.
Beukenhof-Phoenix, Ronde van Vlaanderenstraat 9-11, B-9690 Kluisbergen, Belgium.
Open daily 14.00 – 19.00 hrs.
Mercer-RBS
15th August – 23rd September 2011

Mercer Residencies Exhibition
Nick Turvey & Anne Mercedes

RBS Studio Gallery
London SW7 3RA
The Binding Problem
2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.

Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.
The Binding Problem
2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.

Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.
The Binding Problem
2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.

Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.
Dream
2011. White marble – 42 x 48 x 25 cm.
Dream
2011. White marble – 42 x 48 x 25 cm.
Dream
2011. White marble – 42 x 48 x 25 cm.
Pietrasanta
2011. Chiostro di Sant’ Agostino. Group Show.

26th March – 10th April 2011.
Chiostro di Sant’ Agostino, Pietrasanta, Italy.
Tuesday – Sunday 16.00 – 19.00 hrs
National Sculpture Prize
2011 National Sculpture Prize. Finalists exhibition.

June 1st 2011 – Feb 28th 2012.
Broomhill Art & Sculpture Foundation, Muddiford Rd, Barnstaple, North Devon, EX31 4EX.
Open daily.
Brian Mercer Award
2010, Mercer-RBS Awards
Conscience
2011. Bronze resin & nylon rope – 200 x 64 x 60 cm.

What interests me is the embodied nature of consciousness, the fact that our sense of ourselves is the product of a visceral, muscular materiality. Yet, at the same time, this body can seem like a prison, in which we are shackled by brutish desires and appetites. Identity is not monolithic. The brain and body are a parliament. It is a constant struggle, a dialogue, a story. We believe whatever we must, in order to continue living.
Conscience
2011. Bronze resin & nylon rope – 200 x 64 x 60 cm.

What interests me is the embodied nature of consciousness, the fact that our sense of ourselves is the product of a visceral, muscular materiality. Yet, at the same time, this body can seem like a prison, in which we are shackled by brutish desires and appetites. Identity is not monolithic. The brain and body are a parliament. It is a constant struggle, a dialogue, a story. We believe whatever we must, in order to continue living.