P.Wharton

Sculptor/Born 1964/Manchester/England.

 

Subject matter:

Social Commentary/Autobiographical/Spiritual.

Medium/lost wax casting/Pewter/Plaster/Fibreglass/Resin/Wood./Canvas/Metal/Glass etching/Assemblage/Other. 

 

Pre 1989

Exhibited and sold works around Manchester/England.

 

Post 1990

Commissions/Joint projects/Donated works to related charities and organisations/Exhibited many new works at Manchester cathedral/ITIA based at St Mary's College, the Divinity School at the University of St Andrews/Saint Andrew’s Episcopal Church, St Andrews Scotland/saatchiart/Loan Art. Bolton parish Church. Manchester Castlefield art Gallery Associate. 

 

 


Living Water


The last day of winter. Menrfa. 2020

 

2020

 


 

Artists-in-residence.


Aspects of black: to love (or not to love) black.
A moving perspective by Dorothea Stockmar and her husband Axel Stockmar.

 

Manchester Cathedral is hosting Aspects of Black on their website here:

https://www.manchestercathedral.org/theology-mission/arts-and-exhibitions/


Hope's Last Call/2020/1

 

Hope’s Last Call is now on exhibit at Manchester Cathedral during lent starting from Wednesday, 26 February.  

And ends on Thursday, 9 April.

 

A big thank you to all the volunteers and staff of the cathedral for their support in bringing this together. 

 

I’m not a religious person. More of a spiritual one? Maybe it’s this standing that has been the opening for people to express doubting faith in their latter years to me. Many say they believe there is something. And await a response.  I’d like to think life’s kicking would give me the edge on my younger self when it comes to this response. And it’s from this personal debate that Hope’s Last Call was set in motion. 

 

Artist’s statement 

What first set this piece in motion was reflecting back on the perspectives of my youth in relation to the well-lived-in ones I now inhabit. 

 In my youth I was as cocksure as most about my world, believing it was the world.  And in my world, everyone who I cared for and who cared for me was just fine.  And you know not of any other way.  We were possibly immortal.  I was a young man of science/technology and held the firm view that God and faith all came under the same realms as Father Christmas and the tooth fairy.  

 

 I wouldn’t say I’m a religious man now, perhaps more spiritual?  There are so, so many truths to life, often conflicting. So many perspectives, often conflicting.  And perhaps more so the older you get. 

 

 I look back to my younger self and say, whatever your beliefs, when you find yourself holding the beating heart of someone’s wavering faith through their latter days, you become a guardian of their faith.  And you now truly understand what is meant by faith being hope’s last call.  And you hope.  And you hope.  And you fall to your knees and break into a million pieces.  And you fix your eyes firmly upon what is unseen. For what is seen, is temporary

 

We look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen;

for what can be seen is temporary,  but what cannot be seen

is eternal. (2 Corinthians 4.18)

 

Hope’s Last Call on exhibit at Manchester Cathedral during lent starting from Wednesday, 26 February.  

And ends on Thursday, 9 April.