AboutThe scene is set within a white cube, the walls are tiled, a cock is drawn in the steamed-up mirror of the medicine cabinet and the hot stench of human waste rises on the clouds from the morning's shower. Four Paintings. These works seek to operate on a level of elevation to escape their meager make up. The subject is prosaic, the execution trite but the hunt for a sublime is pure. The elements in this show act simultaneously as an entire body of work each contributing their particular cadences and affectations while maintaining their powerful singularities.
Painstaking, labour-intensive processes are employed and the question of paintings' ability to re-engage an over stimulated post-internet viewer is foregrounded. âPainting' and its purpose or lack thereof, is not what is up for postmortem here but instead, its ability to represent a lucid and open âother' sphere in which to explore our connection to and understanding of the fabric of our daily experiences. The paintings are not entirely without flaws, the brush strokes are
present, the paint is heaped in places; man is human after all. These mild imperfections short circuit the viewers experience away from the resolution that perfection would offer.
The hand of the amateur with it's clumsy presence allows the work to give precedence to its conceptual concerns.â¨ A certain curiosity for atavistic rituals not only informs the subjects formal composition but is present in the methodology of production. This is a high street shaman divining his way in a contemporary world. Jarvis constructs these mandalas to establish a sacred space or uses them as an aid to meditation and trance induction. In doing so he reveals a darker underbelly, a life spent indoors, glory hunting, hellraiser VHS on repeat, bong on a rolling bubble and youporn.com open on amateur bareback bbw milf.