Alex Hodge

I Could Start Fires, So I Lay Here and Why Do You Insist on Shattering Triptych

2019

“Your lipstick left a bruise..” Your lipstick left a bruise on my wrist. I tried to wipe it away, but my pulse is still thumping. The honey on your tongue left me sticky. Sweating su...

“Growing out of my ribcage..” Growing out of my ribcage, just to let your softness multiply into a whole sky of lush clouds crowning the forest, so we can become a jungle dense with life. “My darling..” My darling your words are often too sharp , and I am always too soft. But as long as you bring me honey and ginger to sweeten and strengthen my body, my wounds. I will always bring the softness to your hard edges. We will blur into each other creating a malleable thing. You will always bring me your backbone, so I can know how to stand up straight (alone). In this way, when the day is long...

“Is beating me from the inside..” …Is beating me from the inside. Breaking my ribcage just to reach you. The palm trees are rustling, making secrets with the wind. The water is rumbl...

“And you blink..” And you blink and we are in another moment. Fingertips pulsing pure passion into placating lust. Brushing the dust off your lips.. “The rush of love...” The rush ...

My work is concerned with the relationship of humanity and nature. I conceive of an expanded concept of “Nature” as embodying all existence, both the seen and unseen, socio-political events, daily occurrences, as well as private intuitions that are made concrete through creative action. My objects are places of remembrance where multiplicities of associations take place. Most recently these have been concerned with issues of the human condition. “In recent ceramic Fire Paintings and Sculptures abstracted figures, made from cut twigs, are impressed into wet clay. As I investigated, the figures kept running, fleeing, tumbling, searching, moving away from and towards something else. They moved across landscapes, towards glowing buildings/edifices, systemized structures/societies, which both beckoned them and somehow dominated them. The figures were present, yet also in spirit form, floating and dissolving in diaphanous light and shimmering waters. Twigs became, fathers, mothers and children. They became surrogates, rather like a small child’s dolls, playing out a deeply psychological fiction of desperately moving toward “something”. Something hopeful, yet presently out of reach. Something eternally becoming …” Tony Moore is an English-American sculptor and painter represented in international museum collections including the Guggenheim Museum, Brooklyn Museum, Greenville Museum, San Angelo Museum of Fine Arts, Woodstock Artists Association & Museum, Art Museum of the U. of Memphis and ASU Art Museum, US and the Yorkshire Museum and Derby Museum, UK. He received a MFA in Sculpture from Yale University and is the recipient of prestigious awards, including a Louis Comfort Tiffany Award...

Text reads: "He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there when Jem waked up in the morning." - Harper Lee "To Kill A Mockingbird"

Original Contemporary Sculpture Wood, plastic whale, plastic squid, dyes, pigmented finish, clear finish Artist's Commentary: "The sperm whales of the world consume more squid each year by mass than the mass of the human population of the planet. It's a lot of squid. They're almost constantly hunting squid. What you may not have known is that there is some evidence giant squid...

stoneware with glazes