There’s a mini welder sitting on a desk. His high-ceilinged studio is packed to the very rafters with materials. He opens a drawer filled with beads; another shelf is stacked with wood-cutoffs. There is a lot of physical material, much more tangible than something like atmosphere. His sculptures are very much physical.
“I’ve only realised this within the past decade or so,” he continues, “but looking back, that’s really what it’s been the whole time.” Meade intuitively follows his gut to make sculptures with uncanny personality. Working with industrial materials like concrete, aluminium, automotive paint, wigs, the sculptures he produces have a personality of a film. His exhibitions are highly staged and performative, the inert materials made to feel alive.
