Biography of Dominic Francissmith
Dominic Francis-Smith lives and works in St Ives, Cornwall, producing sculptures which, while owing a debt to the direct carving tradition of Moore and Hepworth, are undeniably of our own time, showing an awareness of 20thC minimalism and the work of important contemporary artists such as Peter Randall-Page.
He studied sculpture at Nottingham Trent and Falmouth Schools of Art and graduated in 1999, since when he has worked independently as a sculptor, undertaking private and public commissions.
He is currently working closely with English Heritage, on a series of commissioned pieces for the Hayle re-generation project in Cornwall. His work can also be seen in the grounds of Osborne House, on the Isle of Wight, at Towednack Church, St Ives, and in many private collections.
Francis-Smith works chiefly in stone and in recent years has concentrated in working granite, as this stone dominates the landscape around him. His sculptures reflect a real concern for the organic nature of form, within the landscape and the human figure. His working practice reveals a genuine respect for the materials he uses, for the character and type of stone or timber used in a particular piece of work.
His work is strongly affected by his surroundings; the dramatic north coast, the gentler, almost magical wooded creeks of the south, the industrial hinterland and the harbours which still keep the fishing and seafaring traditions of Cornwall alive. The connections with people and places, nature and the seasons are at the very heart of his work.
These sculptures combine strength with sensitivity, sensuality with reflection, and relate to the male and female aspects of nature, without which there would be no life at all. These subtle pieces, which sometimes refer ambiguously to plant, human and landscape within the same image, reflect perhaps, a sense of the one-ness of nature – and what could be more apposite at this time. ” _______
_Patrick Haughton NSA – artist
Dominic Francissmith Poems
As I walk past place and time not forgot, Past calm of storm thats never still, Its linning the beacon of night and its monumental family.
Some things run deep.
Consumed by love Divine.... His bones were stripped of all desirous flesh. His skeleton bleached in the antiseptic sun of wisdom.
The lovers stood side by side as two tree's would stand.
There branches stood tall, strong, lush and green with life,
At first they played, touching brance and leaf.