By way of simple introduction, and with happily no say in the matter, Andy Reeve began on August 1st 1977.
Thirty five years later, and describing himself in public as “an artist”, he continued an inquiry into creating paintings, sculpture, conceptual work, and drawings using any method, and, or, material available.
Andy has thought about his art, and concluded it is relatively simple: “It comes from places only one’s closest recognise and understand because it is familiar. When people, especially those one has never met, recognise it, then one has created, in the truest sense, an artwork.”
Reeve’s work so far is confusing. There doesn’t seem to be coherence, but does there need to be? In the age of instant access it becomes increasingly difficult to focus. It is entirely fine if one loses focus, however knowing when it appears blurred can be of immense use. I assume, with humility, this statement declaring I make whatever I feel I should make, suggests whimsy and lazily-tethered imagination.
Decide: “Whichever way you choose, for you alone, either way is the right way until love no more.”
As a successfully incoherent art practitioner with obvious Narcissistic tendencies towards determining his milieu, this is what Andy, enthusiastically, tried to tell himself (when faced with his ‘self’), quoting: ‘The Self and Understanding Problems Associated with Belief – A Dramatic Ego/Love Analysis’, which, helpfully, mirrors his guilt for choosing to try in the first place.