Matthew Bradley
Adelaide
2017
Displayed 2017 at Museum of Contemporary Art Australia
Matthew Bradley
Born 1969, Adelaide. Lives and works Adelaide
Matthew Bradley’s sculptural and performative works are the result of an experimental approach to thinking and making. Calling on the qualities of the cosmologist, the physicist and the engineer, he is known for a restrained and methodical approach to materials and form. From risk, delinquency, power and the evolution of consciousness to the origins of the universe and the fatal attraction of the horizon – Bradley’s practice explores the complicated relationship of these diverse notions to the intellectual advancement of society and the psychic renewal of the individual citizen.
Artist text
by Peter McKay
Having struggled to work in his shed studio through the persistent southern winters, Matthew Bradley fabricated a wood heater from the remains of a conventional hot-water system to overcome the hindrance. Though the project began as a means to keep working towards his next show, it instead became that next show, titled Studio Heater/Oven (2013). Utilising the same tools, scavenging habits, research methods, experimentation, troubleshooting and aesthetic dictates, Bradley felt the heater shared the same origins and processes as any other artwork he created. Moreover, the project stoked his interest in the transformative powers of fire, and – counter to conventional attitudes that art is a superfluous, even gratuitous, activity – in questions of survival during these complicated times. This is the background to Bradley’s recent interest in casting.
Seduced by the prospect of spilling new forms from a metal furnace of his own, Bradley made one from a LPG canister, again in his backyard. Along with matching homemade fire-tools and crucibles, the furnace forms the basis of an ongoing process-driven performance artwork poetically titled The Year of a Thousand Suns (2014–). While not impossible to do a thousand melts in a year, the title may just as well idiosyncratically redefine a year to be the length of time it takes to melt scavenged scrap metal a thousand times.
Bradley’s early attempts at casting often failed, albeit in rather interesting ways. Not to be deterred, he set to work on One Hundred Vessels (2015–), estimating that a hundred casts might be the measure of practise required to attain a good degree of competence working with intricate designs. While many of the forms from One Hundred Vessels failed too, their inclusion remains important. That succession marks an eventual attainment of a hard-earned technical insight and intuitive awareness, though the range of incomplete states also lends a sense of uncertainty. And so it is that Bradley is also openly entertaining his apprehensions that human existence has been made vulnerable on too many fronts to maintain its current mode of ‘stability’. A collapse, whether prompted by environmental, financial, political, social, sovereign or technological disaster, is an increasingly potent idea as possible triggers amass. From our scraps, something might yet be cast.
How those post-collapse forms might appear is impossible to know: some of Bradley’s vessels display a familiar vernacular, with their shiny modernist economy, florid art nouveau curves or plain industrial purpose, while others – roughly hewn, mysteriously involved, peculiarly angular, or a mix of all three – are harder to place. These more imaginative propositions can easily set the mind adrift, and as a group the collision of styles is bristling. As can be found walking through a museum display of historical metalwork chronicling particular technological innovations and stylistic variances, a sense of time is collapsed and those threads of complex cooperation become knotted, disclosing one way or another the infinite series of direct and indirect agreements between the makers, miners, patrons and cultural practice. Back to zero.
There is a pro-social character to these eccentric undertakings. Bradley’s works manifest a desire to continue after the conclusion of our present; already they rise above conformist limitation. Can we ever be ready for such a finale? That seems unclear, yet these remain works to meet that end.