Because there are innumerable things beyond the range of human understanding, we constantly use symbolic images to represent
concepts that we cannot define or fully comprehend.
– Carl Jung
I draw in response to unfolding events in my life. Images, words and symbols are an interpretive language which bridge the space between my inner and outer worlds.
I choose to play on the edges of chance. My drawings are an authentic expression of the moment – with little reworking, and I am often surprised by what they reveal.
I do not wish the artwork to be engaged with in a literal way. For me, there is no definitive meaning; no clear solution; no resolve; no singular interpretation for each piece. I enjoy both meaning or the lack of it to play lightly through the images. I use titles obliquely, sometimes to tease, sometimes to point the way.
My images are best appreciated when presented as a body of work. They become an imaginative world, where each drawing or sculpture is part of an ongoing narrative – fragments of stories to be told and retold. They may evoke a memory, stir a feeling, or spark a recognition. I leave the viewer to take up pieces of the story in their own way.
The Nieu Bethesda story began for me around 25 years ago. As a teenager in Johannesburg, I was captivated by the plays of Athol Fugard at the Market theatre. This led me to the movie version of “The road to mecca”. There began my introduction to “The owl house”, and the extraordinary life of Helen Martins in the small Karoo village of Nieu Bethesda. Through the years that followed, Nieu Bethesda became a place of pilgrimage, a stopover on road trips to the coast. Much later, on an impulse, I purchased some land at the northern end of the village. This act was a roll of the dice, a coin tossed in a wishing well. The hope was that I could have a future story set in this evocative part of the world. Thus began a journey, which led to the opening of the Gregg Price gallery in December 2018.
In January 2018 my eldest son William took his own life. In the struggle to come to terms with the loss of my son, my wife and I traveled to Chartres Cathedral in France.
We explored the labyrinth through a course titled ‘beyond the boundaries of loss and grief’, which proved to be a seminal experience towards healing. We built a stone labyrinth (based on the design of the Chartres Cathedral), as a way to honour the life of William. We offer the labyrinth experience to the community and travelers passing through Nieu Bethesda.