Nick Turvey

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.
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.
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité
2010. Pink Portuguese marble. 45 x 31 x 17 cm.

I like to use materials not so much as a medium, but more as a physical fact, poetically entangled with historical, political, and other associations. Working with marble in Pietrasanta, one is surrounded by the skills, traditions and examples of neoclassicism – heroic, dramatic, illusionistic. Yet this metamorphosis of the body into stone betrays a fundamental unease, a fear of the body’s messiness and complexity, which provided the context for my work. I have sampled or isolated elements of neoclassical style, unsettling yet strangely familiar, in the service of what I consider a blackly comic form of existentialism.