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Tiny Coleman
 

Timely Reminder

2021

Tag Huer Watch

Artists collection

Watching the seconds tick by on the watch sometimes feels like I'm tracking missing time, it's hard to wear because it weighs heavy both emotionally and physically. Also I hate wearing watches. 

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Tiny Coleman
 

Dads Ashen Complexion

2021

Andrew Colemans Ashes​

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Dad wwas cremated, I don't know if I want to be cremated. I'm worried that you can still feel what happens to your body when you're dead.

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Tiny Coleman
 

Logging the Grieving Hours

2021

Ashes from log burnt in Burning and

Other Hearts Desires.​

Artists collection

These are the wood ashes from the video included in the work. The burning of the wood was my first idea that lead to this full work. To me this collection of ashes is the most important part of the whole work because it's the only physical inclusion of a new experience with him. It epitomises the idea of a relationship absent of one of the participants. It shows how new experiences are possible but holds the hollow emptiness of an experience tainted by the loss and grief involved in the process.

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Tiny Coleman
 

Identifier of Belonging

2021

Tennis Membership

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Rewatching the funeral video reminded me how much dad loved tennis. I personally don't associate him with tennis; I think football, triathlons, and kayaking. At some point I must have ferreted away this card, it fell out of the back of a photo frame when I was searching for pictures of dad. Strange how sometimes you can forget parts of a person, and stranger how you can be reminded of these parts.

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Tiny Coleman
 

Floral Scented Memories

2021

Flowers from my Garden​

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I have always associated this flower with dad, and I never really knew why. After sending a photo of the first draft of the work to my mum she told me her and dads relation to the White Camellia. Dad and mum were gifted a White Camellia as a wedding present, they then gave it away in the 90's before moving to LondonOn reflection, them getting gifted one as a wedding present that they gave away before moving away and having me doesn't make sense to why I associate the flower with Dad. But when given the choice between a white and pink camellia in my yard, I didn't even consider putting a pink one in. 

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Gill Coleman
 

Painting Melancholy

2021

Oil on Canvas

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This was painted by Andrews Widow, early days post death. I leave the rest of the comment to her and her thoughts on the work.

"You included my painting of your dad. It wasn't quite finished. I had always thought it was the mouth that needed work, but the right eye (his left) is a bit off. And the face could use some shadows for form."

"It's definitely done. the other one is less finished and more done"

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Tiny Coleman
 

Framing the Good Feelings

1999/2020

Photograph in black frame​

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This is my favorite photo of dad and I, I have no memory of the photograph being taken or even entirely when it was taken. I know exactly how I was feeling though because I still feel that excited in any chance I have to take silly photos with my loved ones. If I could share any feeling and internal pleasure with you full force it would be this. The combat between the happy feelings from the love and joy in this photo and the mourning of the man in the photo with me is overwhelmingly sad and life fuellingly optimistic. Sadness for the loss, and optimistic to try and be that man or person for others.

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Tiny Coleman
 

Sturdy Wooden Obstacle

2021

Coffee Table Commisioned By Artist​

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This coffee table was a commission by me from my housemate. He made it while I worked in the studio with him, we talked past and family. We grieve differently and sharing the emotions is something we don't do often. The reason I chose to frame the work on a coffee table is twofold. First the coffee table is the centre of the family room in my family house, we shared time and information and joy around that space. Secondly it was the first thing we pushed out of the way when we wanted to get rambunctious or push each other or wrestle or play tag or just run and jump and dance and enjoy each others company. 

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