Monday, October 28, 2013

VEGAS LEGS


an exhibition of new works by Lewk Wilmshurst

Private View Saturday 2nd November from 6pm to 9pm

or by appointment 29th October to 3rd November: 07807 924 881

Including a MotorMouth peer crit at 6pm Saturday.. come and join the conversation!


MAYBE WE’RE HERE [TITLE?]


In the middle of a desert, colossal neon-lit fountains incongruously spit blasé displays on the hour, every hour, fifty year-old palm trees grow thick with green, and 28oz beef steaks and buttery lobsters ooze over thousands of platters all day and all night.” 
L.Wilmshurst, 2012.

Against a narrative of constant setbacks I maintain control.
There are hillsides in the Lake District dedicated to maintaining ancient stock, including a breed of sheep whose fleece is worth less than 20p, and whose meat has long since fallen out of fashion, because I say so.
We have designed a world in which the natural is unclean and savage, exotic and distant, managed, and irresistibly consumable. From shopping malls inside cavernous casinos our most selfish desires are accommodated. I amass endless credit from shelves forever stocked, in supermarkets that never close. I have accepted that the oil will never run dry, and the mango tree will continue to drop fresh, ripe, Turner sunset-coloured fruits straight into my lap, year round.
We no longer need to watch the rich and famous living out our fantasies. We can stay at home, on the sofa, at the dinner table, and watch ordinary people instead. The fantastical and unrealistic is tantalisingly close. The screens tell me that everything is a little bit more real; a little more achievable. Perhaps if I watch enough other people doing it, one day it will be me on that tiny cell phone or jumbotron, doing those things to that pornstar while gambling everything I borrowed on the hope of being able to do it all again tomorrow.
Even when we lose we feel like we are winning.

Accompanying text by Trevor H Smith

Poster by Garry Edison Cook