Ken Eastman: The Cut of the Light

Lost and Found, 21½ in. (55 cm) in height, 2018. 1 You’re not Listening, 17¾ in. (45 cm) in height, 2018.

Ken Eastman is now one of Europe’s pre-eminent handbuilders, and, on the simple evidence of his recent exhibition at Marsden Woo Gallery, one of its most quietly ambitious. I say quietly because this deeply thoughtful and least showy of potters works intensely and painstakingly on small groups of pieces, carrying through ideas and explorations in series. Each object is independent and autonomous, quite distinct in mood. He makes forms over many months, gradually building up, modifying and altering, studying and reconsidering from all angles. He scrutinizes the pleats, flaps, and flutes of clay; the curves and projections; and their relationships.

Eastman elaborates, “At some point the process begins—usually I just start in a gradual but steady way, trying to feel the clay, the dryness, the strength, [and] start building. The second slab responds to the first and then I am working. Hopefully, if I just keep putting things together, a life of sorts might be found or hinted at. I keep joining clay to clay, offering up, lining up and laying down, trying different pieces to see if anything happens. Time passes—the structures grow—seven or eight slabs are joined and some sense of scale and dimensions are beginning to be found. I now feel the clay working, the exact amount of bend or strength that I have to work with. I build upwards and onwards, slab leaning or standing on slab, meeting its neighbor and finding out how to coexist.”

This is probably his most complex sequence so far. As the surfaces and coloration have become more austere, the palette monochrome (but with subtle variations, if you look closely), the forms have a new convolution, a pulling together of seemingly disparate parts.

Interplay of the Organic and Man-made

They remind us of forms in nature as well as the urban environment. Eastman creates an interesting interplay between organic and human-made traces, polished and smoothed by touch and the elements. This is perhaps his most anthropomorphic work, too. Pieces like About Time and Distance Coming Closer have their own contrapposto, their own slightly twisting, centrally generated dynamic. One is reminded of other sculptures, for example Boccioni’s Development of a Bottle in Space, the sense of an object opening out and interlocking with its surrounding space, emanating energy, flux, and an innate tension in apparently still objects. There is certainly a Cubist aspect, an analysis of parts in operation. There is a fluid plasticity, too; the planes, blocks, and sections shifting and interacting with the air and light in different ways, the nature of these shapes changing with the atmosphere. These are not easy works. Eastman states of his focus, “Much of my working is about trying to find a way to think about the world: to sort it out for a brief period of time, to make sense of things, to give them an order and a shape. I go to the workshop to explore, to try to make things which I don’t understand and can’t explain, to ask questions rather than find answers, to try to think with my hands.”

1 You’re not Listening, 17¾ in. (45 cm) in height, slab-built white stoneware, colored slips, oxides, fired multiple times to 2192°F (1200°C), 2018.

2 Lost and Found (alternate view), 21½ in. (55 cm) in height, slab-built white stoneware, colored slips, oxides, fired multiple times to 2192°F (1200°C), 2018.

That sense of continuous re-drawing and re-shaping is an implicit part of the finished sculpture, an investigation of endings and beginnings, of junctures and redirections. No surface stands still. The sturdy black Here and Now is strikingly unsettled, geometric and angular in parts, and sensuously bodylike in others. There is a sense in places of the spine under the skin, both taut and soft, qualities most clearly seen in the very corporeal Walk with Me. The surfaces here are crumpled and indented by gentle pressures, accentuated by the precision of shadow and “the cut of the light,” to borrow Jeremy Hooker’s memorable phrase.

As Eastman describes it, “Work changes quite slowly, there are moments of spontaneity and gesture and at other times change is very slow and cumulative. When working with clay, time and timing are most important.”

Internal space may be totally enclosed (as in You’re not Listening) or a piece is hollow from the top. Sometimes an open vessel comprises the upper section of an otherwise sealed space. Hollow cylinders invite investigation, and we find inside more freely handled surfaces not so closely worked. A couple of these pieces have piercings, semi-hidden openings, the apertures downward facing, at first invisible from the outside. The concealment and enclosure of these structures add to their mystery, and their labyrinth-like architectural aspects have echoes, for example, of the silent and deserted towers and piazzas of de Chirico. Their composite engineering, their leans and movements, put one in mind not only of Boccioni, but a sculptural language that ranges from Tatlin’s Tower to Richard Serra and late Anthony Caro. The geometric elements appear to hang and hover, like the dissembling that goes on in Cubism, objects deconstructed and remade. Some components resemble fragments of architectural molding, here given a new identity. Some shapes look indigenous, rooted in an oblique vernacular style (like photographs from Bernard Rudofsky).

Distance Coming Closer, 21 in. (53 cm) in height, slab-built white stoneware, colored slips, oxides, fired multiple times to 2192°F (1200°C), 2018.

Eastman’s coloration ranges from the earthy to the metallic and the softly luminous. Painting is another matter of revision and adjustment, with many revisits to the kiln; it is all a process of refinement, getting the right balance between color, surface, and form. Certainly Eastman has a sharp eye for other structural vocabularies, harnessing what he can make use of in this highly inventive and often playful art. Ideas evolve out of one another, suggesting new directions as each piece evolves, but there is also a clarity and deliberation that emerges, a formal resolution and integration that comes out of the apparently disparate. Each sculpture has its own stories to tell and secrets to keep, beguiling and enigmatic landscapes that surely comprise Eastman’s finest work to date.

the author David Whiting is a writer and curator. He is a member of the International Association of Art Critics and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts in London. The son of the potter Geoffrey Whiting, he has been writing about studio ceramics for 30 years.

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