Gas Attack Homunculi | Glazed
The Silent Lives of Others
Sculptural portraits of people that exist in another time, in another place, gods, and mythical creatures, the silent lives of others.
The Somme is a frozen moment in time, a war of terrifying immensity that enveloped the lives of so many, sucking them into the maelstrom. These lives now silent. Sculpture is a powerful means of connection – for this exhibition with men and women involved in the war, to glimpse into specific pasts, how they were plucked from their jobs and sent to the front. Many did not return. Others were scarred physically and mentally from their experiences, the damage passed onto friends and family. The cycle of war moves to target new victims in its continuous ebb and flow. The Somme is just as relevant today as ever.
Daniel Warner | 28 years old | Never To Return
Daniel Warner was a labourer in Carshalton and enlisted as a private in the Royal Fusiliers in Dec 1915. Less than 2 years later Daniel was wounded multiple times probably during an assault at Arras on April 13th 1917. He died 10 days later and remains in France. I wanted to make this portrait of Daniel because his story is the essence of so many who fought in the Somme. Daniel’s battalion attacked and came under fire from explosive and gas shells. After 5 hours fighting they withdrew. 15 were killed, 42 wounded and 34 missing. None of the objectives were taken. A day like many others. I would like to thank Andrew Arnold for the information and images of Daniel Warner which are presented in his book ‘Their Name Liveth for Evermore’ Andrew’s writings have for me brought to life the battle scene at Arras on that day.
Beast of War | man-beast-war-god
Many civilisations have worshipped gods of war. Each side knows the righteousness of their cause and pray for help and salvation. This god is a vessel for animalistic strength, mindless instinct, inhumanity and humanity, the glory and sadness of war. His horns have been cut off and decorated. His essence is resigned hostility, controlled by men. Such a totem has given strength to many a combatant, putting their own personification into a god of choice.
Sydney Hurst |
Sydney Hurst is Ingrid Barber’s great uncle. He was a gardener prior to the war, and died near the end of the war in France, never to return. This was the first sculpture I made for the Somme Reflections exhibition. On seeing the sculpture, Ingrid was astonished to see that the head looked just like her son – three generations apart the features and her genetic and emotional links with Sydney remain strong – a continuous link with the past.
Memories of a love, lost in France.
News from the Front