CV

Born 1988 UK

2014 – 2016  MFA Scultpure, Slade School of Fine Art, London
2007 – 2010, BA Fine Art, Chelsea College of Arts, London
Lives and works in London & Somerset UK

Solo Exhibitions

JANUARY 2019 – ‘Last Man Standing’ – Castor, London

MARCH 2018 – ‘Not going to work ‘ – The Bomb factory art foundation, London

APRIL 2017, ‘Time and Attendance’, CASTOR– London, first solo exhibition.

Selected Group Exhibitions

MAY 2020 Contemporary sculpture Fulmer, Fulmer sculpture park, Gerrards Cross

FEBRUARY 2020 ‘Habitual’ – Castor – London

FEBRUARY 2020 ‘Wretched of the Screen’ – DAR exhibition – Magdelene Project Space Oxford

DECEMBER  2019 – Gilbert Bayes Award Show – Royal Society of Sculptors – London

OCTOBER  2019 – 100 Sculptors of Tomorrow – Book by Thames and Hudson

JUNE   2019 – Slow Install – Online

APRIL  2019 – Thameside Studios, London

NOVEMBER  2018 –  Visions in the Nunnery – selected by Bedwyr Williams, Nunnery Gallery, London TBC TV, Somerset House, London

MAY  2018 – Contemporary sculpture Fulmer, Fulmer sculpture park, Gerrards Cross

FEB  2018 – PUSH, HOME, Manchester

OCTOBER  2017 –  Castor at Century club, London

SEPTEMBER  2017 – Relics From The De-Crypt, Gossamer Fog, London

JUNE  2017 – East Tower, Caustic Coastal, Manchester

MARCH  2017 – Broomhill National sculpture award, Broomhill, Devon

NOVEMBER 2016, Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016, ICA– London

NOVEMBER 2016, Solopreneur, Kingsgate Workshops – London

NOVEMBER 2016, Frame Break, Spitalfields Market – London. Sculpture commission for Spitalfields market

OCTOBER 2016, Made@EU Exhibition, The Gallery – Plymouth College of Art, Plymouth

AUGUST 2016,Disappearance is a trick @ Fotopub – Novo Mesto, Solvenia

JULY 2016, Lunch Break Deptford X – London

JULY 2016, Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016, The Bluecoat – Liverpool

JUNE 2016, Slade School of Art MA/MFA/PhD degree show, Slade School of art – London

APRIL 2016, (Un)Doing (Un)Making, Hardwick Gallery – Cheltenham

JANUARY 2016, DA THIRST: DAWN OF JUSTICE, Baltic 39 – Newcastle

MARCH 2015, TELEPHONE, Satellite Collective New York http://www.jackwest.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/demo-img.jpg

FEBRUARY 2015, THE FIRST HUMANS – 3D PROJECTION MAPPING COMMISSION – Pumphouse Gallery. Battersea London.

JUNE 2013, CREEKSIDE OPEN SELECTED BY CERI HAND – APT gallery, London

JANUARY 2013 , BEERS CONTEMPORARY AWARD EXHIBITION, Beers Contemporary, London

DECEMBER 2010 – FEBRUARY 2011, FROM L – An Exhibition of London Artists in Lille as part of the London to Lille cultural exchange, held at Galerie Vertikall, Lille. Curated by Franck Milon

OCTOBER 2010 , ANTICIPATION – An exhibition of the 21 best emerging London Artists, Curated by Kaye Saatchi and Catriona Warren, held at Selfridges Department store, London.

Awards and Residencies

MAY 2020 – Residency – East Bristol Contemporary Instagram Residency

DECEMBER 2019 – Residency – Digital Art Residency – ‘Wretched of the Screen’

OCTOBER 2019 Award – Gibert Bayes Award, Royal Society of Sculptors

JUNE 2016 Award – Kenneth Armitage Young Sculptor Prize

JUNE 2016 Residency – East Tower Residency, video commission for White Noise City, At the east tower, television centre, London

MAY 2016 Residency – Made at EU Residency, Plymouth College of Art

OCTOBER 2012 Award – Beers contemporary award for emerging art

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Part of the University of the Arts Fine Art Collection.

Selected for Bloomberg New Contemporaries 2016

Member of the Bomb Factory Art Foundation

Statement

Like any deity worth its salt, we still fear The Machine. They say it will take our jobs – you can’t trust it. They say it can set us free, give us hope – do the work for us and release us to abound into a future of endless leisure. It’s a hand offering food, don’t bite it, it might be all you’ve got.

In the virtual world there is no grease, just perfect movement. Without friction there is no wear, no need to maintain. These machines can toil away endlessly leaving us sat on the sidelines with nothing to do but question the actions played out in front of us. And they carry on, pushing, pulling, hitting, sorting, sweeping. Each action must have a reason – surely?

Or there again maybe it’s just ritual, an attempt at appeasement, a prayer for a release from the Boschian nightmare in which they find themselves. Turn the crank for 8 hours a day and you’ll be rewarded with a fine gold nugget.

The virtual world spills out into the real. Parts come together in an attempt to create function; they repeat, stutter then fall away leaving a purpose that is entirely totemic. Born from a process of heavy industry, cut by lasers from metal sheets only to end up in a life of static redundancy. Poised for action but still somehow limp.