Matt Sheridan Smith, Gardening threat (repotted dualism), 2012. Poisonous plants (Castor bean plants, Angels Trumpets), plastic. Dimensions variable. Courtesy the artist and mother’s tankstation
Matt Sheridan Smith
What a laugh, everyone cried
at mother’s tankstation, Dublin
12 September – 27 October 2012
Matt Sheridan Smith is a pretty tricky artist to tie-down. In fact it’s a relatively common idea that his work is sufficiently elusive that it hunkers-up to the enigmatic, perhaps on the side of the impossibly intangible. He is also a lot smarter than the average human being and consequently ahead of the standard curve. It has even been suggested (conversationally) that, “…he makes art like a drug dealer, or perhaps a spyâ€. While this may indeed seem extreme, there are persuasive supporting arguments; that his practice has a feeling of the furtive, secretive, covert, it is undeniably cunning even, and speaks in code, keeping everybody guessing and everything at a careful arm’s length. [read the full text here]
Matt Sheridan Smith, Bye convenience (The hypothetical primordial), 2012. Text found in dictionary, conjunction, false equivalence, vinyl lettering. 11 x 44 cm. Courtesy the artist and mother’s tankstation
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Matt Sheridan Smith, If you see something say it five times clearly (soft shrapnel), 2012. 5 wooden stretchers and metal-flecked vellum. 46 x 36 cm each. Courtesy the artist and mother’s tankstation
Matt Sheridan Smith, What a laugh, everyone cried, 2012. Installation view. Courtesy the artist and mother’s tankstation