Daniel Richardson-Lawless
he/him
Sentient Pulp
Nobody lives here anymore. There are no figures, only ground. The pulp does not want to be pressed into shapes on the wall. It is decaying, faster than the images that occupy it. It slips and falls to the floor, trying to return to where it was found, to a time before it was changed totally.
The environments that are rendered on them attempt to immerse, draw in, hypnotise, but are thwarted by their own form, by the perforations and ravines that dissect them.
They are made with no care for longevity; they will decay along with the values that they are borne from.
The Hole in my Roof, oil on board, 300 x 200cm
The Hole in my Roof, close-up
From Riga, from 2015, oil and emulsion on chipboard, 150 x 120cm
Sentient Pulp, NCAD Works 2025 exhibition, installation view
Self-portrait 1,000 Years From Now, close-up
Absence vs. Thin Air, oil on MDF, 200 x 150cm
Absence Vs. Thin Air, close-up
Interlopers, oil on board, 80 x 40cm