On first looking at John Summers' sculptures you might be bewildered, amused or even repelled by their hectic surface noise ' the glitter, the detritus, the seemingly randomly assembled found objects. But looking deeper you see there is an order and control as sophisticated as any traditional sculptor. The seriousness of these playful works is in their precarious harmonies. Summers excels in the metamorphosis of his materials - retaining the sense of flow and becoming in the works while holding them at a point of minute perfection.
The immediacy of his work is arrived at by continuous adjustment, as though a surgeon were working in emergency/primitive conditions, improvising with materials and instruments from a previous age. This forensic skill relates to the work made for his MA show at the Royal College, which often resembled lumps of prosthetic flesh. This almost Dr Frankenstein impulse has since shifted from animating the merely human to the creation of forms suggesting the birth of something quite unearthly.