Artist Information:
David Booker
Montegabbione,
Italy
Member Since: Sep 2000
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Artist Statement:
Life is to carve.
From marks of digged up forms,
the effort to live comes up.
Minutes, minimum fragments of
material scattered around, so
many around him, give the idea
of undefined time.
Each sound of sculpting runs
after the eco of the preceding
one.
All of a sudden silence.
The head reclined.
The eyes half-closed.
He observes.
Then he starts again.
Body, arm, mallet, iron,
chisel, block, leg, strength,
thought, rhythm, stroke and
caress: all is one.
David walks on the splinters,
and he is a sculptor-man.
The sculptures of David Booker
seem to arise spontaneously
from the spots where they are
placed. Recalls of
extraordinary vividness evoke
the ancestral memory of our
terrestrial vicissitudes.
Figures without time and
without face, characters of a
private mythology where the
humanity is revealed in
universal gestures, simple but
sacred: If they walk they
proceed, if they stop they
remain, if they carry they
support, hold on.
Naciketas, The Lost Boy and
The Violet Boy act as a bridge
between the public space
rationally designed, and the
personal "ego", the individual
authentic identity,: they
overlook the space and capture
the soul.
The Exile-pillar, The
Solitary-column, the big
Totem, ...
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Artist Exhibitions:
DAVID BOOKER was born in
Australia in 1954.
He was educated in Sydney and
Hobart, Tasmania. His first
solo exhibition was in 1983,
in the main foyer, Central
Railway Station, Sydney. Since
then he has continued to show
his sculptures in collective
and solo exhibitions, focusing
on the integration of...
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David Booker's Free Artist Portfolio
Welcome to David Booker's Portfolio. Browse Booker's body of work: Life is to carve.
From marks of digged up forms, the effort to live comes up.
Minutes, minimum fragments of material scattered around, so many around him, give the idea of undefined time.
Each sound of sculpting runs after the eco of the preceding one.
All of a sudden silence.
The head reclined.
The eyes half-closed.
He observes.
Then he starts again.
Body, arm, mallet, iron, chisel, block, leg, strength, thought, rhythm, stroke and caress: all is one.
David walks on the splinters, and he is a sculptor-man.
The sculptures of David Booker seem to arise spontaneously from ... |
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