Martin Lang

My landscapes reference science fiction and dystopian post-nuclear worlds. Yet, they also remind us of the landscapes we occupy; urban spaces left to dereliction and abandonment. Or are they terrorist, or military, training camps? Creating images, which sit on the edge of our recognition, allows us to be lured into believing in these places much as we "believe" many of the manipulated and enhanced images that surround us. But if the viewer is lured into believing in these places then it is only to be undone, left flat by the realisation that it's all actually just consumerist junk (mainly packaging) and that far from offering escapist science fiction worlds we cannot avoid the obvious fact of its materiality. As with the postmodern sublime, the experience ends in uncertainty rather than pleasure and it turns our thoughts back on themselves rather than freeing them. You don't escape into the picture; instead the viewer is caught in a dead-end meditation on the impossibility of escaping. My places are no-places but are laden with potential meaning and open to being populated by the viewers' imagination and fears. read full statement

Location London