Josh Dorman 'The Naming of Things'9. Nov - 1. Dec 12 / ended John Martin Gallery
Mon-Fri 10 am - 6 pm, Sat 11 am - 4 pm
I generate fields of visual detritus, then bury and re-excavate, wander between flesh, feather, metal, bone, rock. Everywhere, I forage for peculiar old books – like a hunter, or a botanist. I find disused knowledge in diagrams, charts, in engravings of animals unseen by their portrayers and viewers.
I float in a Turner sky, scale a Persian miniature mountain, add bricks to Bruegel’s tower, perch upside down with Klee’s yellow birds, march past pink castles in Sassetta’s procession, ride on Ryder’s murky racetrack. I’m not
ashamed that these are my worlds—they aren’t old at all.
The living ferns I find stain skeletal fractal forms on old maps. Gears, mushrooms, coronae and cells mesh, echo, power machines or hover weightless.
We travel down aimless roads and cross bridges to somewhere. We bury the past in layers of earth. As we will be buried, flooded, dismembered, forgotten, misremembered. These missing pages might remind us, help us make new
histories, give us somewhere beautiful to get lost.
— Josh Dorman, 2012
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