The Thousands

For a long time sculpture was a foreign horse to me. I knew when acquainted we’d probably get along, but the fear of not understanding its features and forms put me off.

During a recent excursion into clay portraiture, I quit fearing and got dirty. Playtime began and then it was over and my puppet (the head of a maiden with dreams of abandon) was discarded with ease despite our positive connection within the universe of make believe.**Just as toys arrive and perish through the narrative of youth, Tim Gregory and Elle Dixon explore an almost clinical observation of toy forms covered in atrophic and metaphysical grit. Their dirty messengers, tonka trucks, muppets and ponies unlock both youthful truths and traumatic memories.

Playtime’s over is an unnatural resurrection of the nostalgic vehicles which informed our first exercise in human relations.