Solo exhibition.
The Print Room
16th November – 17th December 2011
34 Hereford Road
London W2 5AJ

Solo exhibition.
The Print Room
16th November – 17th December 2011
34 Hereford Road
London W2 5AJ

Group show
Beukenhof-Phoenix Gallery
1st May – 30th September 2011
Beukenhof-Phoenix, Ronde van Vlaanderenstraat 9-11, B-9690 Kluisbergen, Belgium.
Open daily 14.00 – 19.00 hrs.
Image: Chief

Mercer Residencies Exhibition
Nick Turvey & Anne Mercedes
RBS Studio Gallery
15th August – 23rd September 2011
108 Old Brompton Road
London SW7 3RA
Image: What do you want to be when you grow up?

2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.
Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.

2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.
Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.

2011. Carrara marble. 80 x 65 x 65 cm.
Dying in his cell or hospital bed, trapped in memories, Beckett’s character Malone recounts: “When I open staring wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case, to the best of my knowledge. And I can even distinctly remember the paper-hangings or wallpaper still clinging to the walls in places and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and other flowers …”.

RBS Members working in Pietrasanta. Group Show.
Chiostro di Sant’ Agostino
26th March – 10th April 2011.
Hanneke Beaumont, Robin Bell, Nicolas Bertoux, Helaine Blumenfeld, Eppe de Haan, Maria Gamundi, Sylvestre Gauvrit, Anat Golandski, Barbara Hodgkins, Immanuel Klein, Briony Marshall, Ron Mehlman, Nicolas Moreton, Louise Plant, Shelley Robzen, Cynthia Sah, Inger Sannes, Eja Siepman van der Berg, Matthew Simmonds, Almuth Tebbenhoff, Nick Turvey, Julia Vance, Maja van Hall, Jill Watson, Lars Widenfalk
Pietrasanta, Italy.
Tuesday – Sunday 16.00 – 19.00 hrs
Image: ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ at Studio Sem

2011 National Sculpture Prize. Finalists exhibition.
Broomhill Art & Sculpture Foundation
June 1st 2011 – Feb 28th 2012
Muddiford Rd, Barnstaple, North Devon, EX31 4EX.
Open daily.
Image: Conscience

2011. Bronze resin & nylon rope – 200 x 64 x 60 cm.
What interests me is the embodied nature of consciousness, the fact that our sense of ourselves is the product of a visceral, muscular materiality. Yet, at the same time, this body can seem like a prison, in which we are shackled by brutish desires and appetites. Identity is not monolithic. The brain and body are a parliament. It is a constant struggle, a dialogue, a story. We believe whatever we must, in order to continue living.

2011. Bronze resin & nylon rope – 200 x 64 x 60 cm.
What interests me is the embodied nature of consciousness, the fact that our sense of ourselves is the product of a visceral, muscular materiality. Yet, at the same time, this body can seem like a prison, in which we are shackled by brutish desires and appetites. Identity is not monolithic. The brain and body are a parliament. It is a constant struggle, a dialogue, a story. We believe whatever we must, in order to continue living.

2011. Bronze resin & nylon rope – 200 x 64 x 60 cm.
What interests me is the embodied nature of consciousness, the fact that our sense of ourselves is the product of a visceral, muscular materiality. Yet, at the same time, this body can seem like a prison, in which we are shackled by brutish desires and appetites. Identity is not monolithic. The brain and body are a parliament. It is a constant struggle, a dialogue, a story. We believe whatever we must, in order to continue living.