Wood, Salvaging and Britain
By Jack Ginno
I’ve worked alongside Alistair for a number of years now. We’ve occupied neighbouring studio spaces and shared the same commute, I’ve accompanied him on numerous material hunts and he’s even cooked me his infamous sausage and carrot pasta. I’ve been fortunate to see his notion of making the best of a bad situation put to use, but most importantly I’ve seen how his interests and concerns have found a comfortable home within his assemblages, photographs and collages.
The most striking thing when one first comes face to face with Woods’ work is his use of discarded, unwanted and unkempt materials. To most, rusty iron rods, stained news clippings and weathered timber would find no better place than the bottom of a skip, but Woods manages to use these to create delicate and beautiful artworks, which often seem to provoke feelings of warmth and nostalgia.
His salvaging habits are with him everywhere he goes, the walk to work, the studio or even returning from a night on the town; his eyes are peeled, searching for the next element he can convert into something special. He’s compared this habit to a skateboarder looking out for a spot to hit, or a graffiti writer analysing a rooftop, it’s always on his mind; wherever, whenever. Like a magpie, he hoards these things of interest, to combine and assemble at a later date. Seeing them as no less valid than traditional art mediums such as fine oils or a painstakingly stretched and primed canvas.
He doesn’t hide these concerns for ‘material equality’ in his final product either; wall-spanning assemblages often present rusty bottle tops or bolts next to delicate gold leaf, simple juxtapositions that look to question whether the initial materials belong in an artwork any less than the latter.
This level playing field throughout his materials are the first signs of the do-it-yourself punk ethos Woods’ follows. Of course, the nature of using materials found in the street or a skip insinuates anyone can create no matter how little resources they may have. To Woods there is no exclusivity in art; street artists such as Word to Mother and Barry McGee are credited as having as much an influence on his practice as established artists such as Kurt Schwitters or Man Ray.
From salvaging to selection, these samples remind him of a Britain that once was, like mementos from era’s gone by; for him they conjure up images of what was once a picture perfect Britain, that now seems to be urbanised, decaying and run down. He’s the first to admit he’s never experienced this archetypal Britain, but is fully absorbed in the idea. Spending his spare time watching old British sitcoms such as Dad’s Army and Only Fools and Horses he cites them as massive influences, and isn’t ashamed to admit it.
This false nostalgia is essential to woods’ practice and becomes more prevalent as objects combine. Subdued colour pallets, pages from books and old photographs begin to give his work a natural sepia effect, forcing the end product to be seen through reminiscent eyes.
A conflict then arises as the inclusion of modern day aspects become juxtaposed with the old creating a healthy unrest. Use of subtle elements of graffiti throughout his work aim to hint at the reality of what the viewer is seeing; what may have once been an aspect of ‘biscuit-box Britain’ is now nothing more than a segment of a graffiti ridden door. This delicate balance is prevalent throughout of most of Woods’ work; faint details hinting at past and present are recognised only when the work is closely interrogated, leaving the viewer both reminiscing, and acknowledging elements from the everyday.
When you begin to analyse Woods’ photography in comparison to his assemblage, his practice seems to come full circle. His interests through the viewfinder seem to leech onto both his approach to creation, and obsession with what makes Britain, Britain. Social Clubs, market stalls and seaside towns are what are left of this fabricated idea of Britishness, and are bleakly documented on 35mm film.
Perhaps more cryptic are seemingly simple shots of architecture, ledges or rooftops. Initially parallels are drawn between his assemblages and collages, an appreciation for form that must be documented. Their compositions, shapes and tones could easily be inspiration for his next piece, but look closely and these are spots graffiti writers or skateboarders may hit; his photographs are a subtle nod towards their open-eyed approach whilst walking. Graffiti and skateboarding are just two examples of these underground subcultures that make up the Britain he loves and credits as vastly important.
Further still, use of analogue film maintains his do-it-yourself ethos coined through punk culture and the journey of production, from shot to development, mirrors his process of assemblage.
Traces of the union jack, decaying relics of industrial Britain, scrawled tags, traditional sign painting and bleak photographs. This is Britain through the artist’s eyes, the question is whether Woods is salvaging what’s left behind from the past, or fabricating something completely new, romanticised and possibly false?
Jack Ginno | May 2014
Publication can be found in the libraries of the Henry Moore Institute and Leeds Beckett University