Sholto Buck
SHOLTO BUCK is an artist and writer based in Naarm Melbourne, Australia. His practice attends to queer meaning-making, and the relationships between language and image. Combining these processes, he aims to draw viewers into his subjectivity and hold them in atmospheric forcefields. Sholto is currently a PhD candidate in Writing and Publishing at RMIT, Melbourne. He graduated with a Masters in Fine Arts (First Class Honours) in 2017, from Elam School of Fine Arts, The University of Auckland. Recent solo exhibitions include Forest of Ladders, RM, 2018 and Cut My Shadow from Me, Window, 2018. Recent publications include Forest of Ladders (2018), funded by Creative New Zealand.
Upon entering you are struck by a perfume that floatsSholto Buck2020
As if you suddenly and by magic, entered a landscapeSholto Buck2020
This swaying imageSholto Buck2020
Each of the paper’s chemical pigments had found its place in the pores of my skinSholto Buck2020
A material nuanceSholto Buck2020
See the world through an acuity touched by madnessSholto Buck2020
For the text would not have existed if the picture had been takenSholto Buck2020
Let’s say that everything had taken place within this separationSholto Buck2020
In a kind of fictive space beneath the wavesSholto Buck2020
And this apocalypse the final act of a spectacle that takes place at every high tideSholto Buck2020
(after a while, light always revenges itself for having been taken prisoner – it gathers itself back)Sholto Buck2020
Heat zones, eddies, warm or violent currentsSholto Buck2020
Bodies shift in space, assume precise pointsSholto Buck2020
How can you speak of a photograph without speaking of desire?Sholto Buck2020
A location to which are attached several adjectivesSholto Buck2020
A FantasySholto Buck2020
The one whose face seems most suited to the image of a heroSholto Buck2020
His legs are raised and his feet hang in the airSholto Buck2020
An extension of my own seductionSholto Buck2020
The consent in our gaze is our secret, a mirage that will soon disappearSholto Buck2020
If one day, because I am in love, your absence becomes unbearable to me…Sholto Buck2020
But how do you bury an image?Sholto Buck2020
Who’ll say, they loved one anotherSholto Buck2020
And there it was, like a sign…Sholto Buck2020
It’s my secret, do you understand?Sholto Buck2020
Yes, but now your secret has also become my secret. It’s part of me, and I’ll treat it as I do all my secrets.Sholto Buck2020
You’re right. Secrets have to circulate…Sholto Buck2020
Here is a reason to justify certain feminine superstitionsSholto Buck2020
Sever my head with blades of shadowSholto Buck2020
We’ll leave the train by separate doors.Sholto Buck2020