Logan Hicks
The idea of categorising and filing Logan Hicks away as a ‘street artist’ is absurd on a number of levels - just the thought of pigeon holing alone leaves a bad taste. But then, in many ways, that’s exactly what he is. He brings the streets, the shadows, the crevaces, the muffled sirens, the echoes and the urban malestrom into a silent dreamscape of reflection and exploration. Meticulously cut stencils nod knowingly to the photographic and sweep off into a visual poetry wrought from iron, hewn from concrete and sculpted out of the myriad stories that play out on it’s stones. Fire escapes tangle into chaos, tunnels envelop insight in mystery, subway trains clatter through a suspended night and the patchwork of human monuments
to permanence glitter in the moonlight. And then there were the African faces......... Naked streets bathe in a haunting glow - an eerie emptiness, the abandoned microcosm of the labyrinth. Ghostly figures kick humanity faintly into focus, a post industrial meditation on these bizzare organisms we have built around us to host our existence. Nostalgia’s tinge and a faint whisper of lonliness penetrates the deep colours and floats off into a secret, as the avenues of gritty realism yawn off into the vanishing point. And we’re all in there somewhere. We caught up with Logan for a word shortly before his upcoming London show to probe a little deeper.