HAMISH PEARCH

 


HAMISH PEARCH is wearing the Gio No. 006. He is an artist living in London.

What is your favorite animal?
A snail.

Who are your heroes or heroines in history?
I try to keep heroes and heroines at arm's length. But I’d like to give JG Ballard, Gertrude Abercrombie and Didier Drogba a big hug.

What was the first piece of cultural work that really mattered to you?
Listening to Diana Ross in my mum's car as a kid.

Do you have a soundtrack to your life?
Nothin but time - Cat Power.

What do you collect?
Books books books.

What should we be reading?
Hyperobjects by Timothy Morton.

Can objects make us happier?
Without a doubt.

What takes you to cloud 9?
Putting objects together.

What is good design?
My steel Condor bike and its basket. It takes me everywhere in London. I’d be lost without it.

What do you still wish to learn?
So much. I want to learn from people who make things, I’d like to know why we’re here.

What is still a mystery?
Why we’re here.

What thoughts currently occupy you?
I’m moving studios, the catharsis of smashing old work that I don’t want to take with me is exhausting physically, but great mentally. But I’m done with limbo, I want to get to work, I feel like a bit of a greyhound in his pen ready to get racing.

What is your favorite representation of simplicity?
A good martini.

What is your favorite representation of complexity?
Mycelium networks and neural pathways.

Where is happiness found?
In the studio.

What do you find humorous?
Chaos.

What is your perfect meal?
Unrushed, with people I love.

What stands the test of time?
Magic in people and things.

What is your favorite slogan?
A tutor at art school once recited New Order lyrics after I showed my class some particularly bad work. I think about them whenever I’m having problems in the studio - “Everybody makes mistakes, even me, just be free.”

Can you recall a dream?
Munich 2012 with my brother.

What was your last download?
How To with John Wilson. It’s a portrait of New York, but it could easily be London. It’s sort of a love letter to a dysfunctional, dirty, beautiful, enormous city. Full of people living their messy human lives.

What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Look at my girlfriend.

What is the last thing you do at night?
Worry about tomorrow.