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Rob Sherwood Everything in it's right place, 2010
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Rob Sherwood Nothing to fear, Nothing to doubt, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Time Flies, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Hum, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Just Because You Feel It Doesn't Mean It's There, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Cloak, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Loom, 2009
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Rob Sherwood THE STARS ARE MATTER, WE'RE MATTER BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER, 2009
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Rob Sherwood The moon was a stone's throw, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Someone's had too much to think, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Some flee the dream, 2009
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Rob Sherwood Red Whistle, 2009
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Rob Sherwood The past sure is tense, 2007
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Rob Sherwood People Carry Roses, 2010
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Rob Sherwood Most Furniture Has Four Legs, serie (green), 2010
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Rob Sherwood Where I End and You Begin, 2010
Exhibitions
- Rob Sherwood - The stars are matter, we're matter but it doesn't matter 21/5/2009 - 18/7/2009
- Rob Sherwood - Synthetic Symphonies: "Where I End and You Begin" 18/3/2010 - 22/4/2010
Born in Bristol, England in 1984, lives and works in London.
He graduated from the B.A. in Fine Art at Chelsea College of Art and Design of London in 2008. His work is already in several important private collections, having won the public vote in the Saatchi Gallery and Channel 4's 'New Sensations' competition for 2008.
In his first paintings he investigated the themes of landscape and perspective while in his latest works he announces the total dispersion of the figurative element on the canvas, in order to release and give space to a new notion of light as a subject that could hold it's own field "somehow transcending any boundaries between the idea of abstract art and representational art". (R.S.).
Some examples can be found in works such as "Perfect Sympathy" (2009, oil on canvas, 35x30 cm) or "Some Flee the dream" (2009, oil on canvas, 200x180 cm). When looking at the work the viewer is faced with a meticulous process of positioning of coloured squares, forming a grid that gives the perception of spatial depth without the aid of perspective. "Each square of colour defies the brush stroke until one is right up to the canvas. Each gesture absorbed into the milieu of squares until the presence of the artist is blurred into a realm of ambiguity". (R.S.)