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Ben Wheele

Decorative Gentleman, 2012
epoxy resin, glass eyes, wooden base

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Ben Wheele

Shell Feature, 2012
modified water fountain, shells

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Ben Wheele

Wounded Relic, 2012
epoxy resin, foamcore

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Ben Wheele

Antiquity Bonk, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 84 cm

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Ben Wheele

Bedtime Accident, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 84 cm

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Ben Wheele

Nausea Games, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 84 cm

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Ben Wheele

It’s Pirate Themed, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 84 cm

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Ben Wheele

Fashionable Teenager, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 42 cm

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Ben Wheele

Crab Warning, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 42 cm

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Ben Wheele

Friends on Your Face, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 42 cm

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Ben Wheele

Apple Obelisk, 2012
archival giclée print
59 x 42 cm

ANTIQUITY BONK

Ben Wheele

The Sunday Painter is pleased to announce the opening of Antiquity Bonk, a collection of new work by Brighton based artist Ben Wheele.

A disgusting ‘museum catalogue’ befriends me, slops some images all over my eyes. We’re playing a winking game together – each time I think of the word ‘antique’ I have to wink at him, and vice-versa. We think of so many antiques, it gets to the point we’re just closing our eyes now (I wink with both of my eyes).

Eyes closed, I find a salute – I think it’s me, I’m saluting to a disease. I check the room again, something’s happened to my work, the prints have all gotten infected, sculptures, everything, even the room. Ruined!

What type of disease is this anyway. Examining a print, I discover mucus or something, it’s awful, like a child doing a joke on my work. How embarrassing. ‘It’s the catalogue…’ I snarl.. ‘It’s all the catalogue’s fault!’ I grab the grotesque catalogue and rip out all of the pages.

I examine the pages, so rococo in their death. It’s sad to kill something that elegant. I’ll die of the disease too soon, but it’s a humorous disease, like a cartoon or something. Lots of love, Ben x