In my work I am interested in the way a painting can evolve through a series of dissonant or even spontaneous actions. I like to explore the interaction between materials and engage in the visual language of abstraction; where the tension between what is known and unknown, the expected and the unexpected exists in some kind of physical reality.
Often the outcome occurs through a chance encounter, quite unplanned and open, often in desperation to find a resolution between the different tensions that build up between each layer. The surface acts as a scarification, a history of a sequence of events. Each layer is a counter-action which supersedes the previous action. The line or mark becomes and forms a kind of logical or even illogical sequence dividing the space; the line traverses the surface as if searching for a route, often forming or reforming spatial relationships.
Sometimes the surface suggests a landscape or an architectural space – this result is incidental; I am more interested in how the surface becomes a synthesis of many actions and in turn reveals a history of past events. The act of painting can often feel precipitous, sometimes in anticipation, sometimes a dread, it is always a compulsion to search for a new or unexpected answer. Often the answer can be found through a glimpse, often fleeting, an image, a configuration, an epiphany, sometimes so fleeting that at once glimpsed it is immediately forgotten , yet something guides the hand or mind to discover a kind of resolution.
There are many references, which are often buried deep in ones memory, the light of Cornwall, the strange sculptural monolithic structures and buildings that inhabit the industrial landscape of Britain. The micro & macro landscape, the history of maps, archaeology, histories and geographies, my father who was an engineer once gave me a selection of complex diagrams of fuel systems. Sometimes I can’t help wonder if there is within me some kind of paradox between an interest in mass and complexity; often structures that inhabit ones memory ebb & flow rise and fall into ones consciousness – rhythms, bleeps, blurts of electronic music, the excitement of competition, all vie in anticipation of a new and unforeseen outcome.
Stephen Buckeridge March 2012
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