Being able to see beauty and source your livelihood from it, even when it is not pretty… this is a talent and practice of epic proportions. It is the childish curiosity we are all born with. The curiosity that gets lost in the whirlwind of alarm clocks, first dates, morning rituals and late nights that flood our adult lives. Our eyes become glazed over by our images of ourselves, our lives and each other. We begin to navigate the sea of preconceived notions and aesthetics we did not create.
It is in this space that you can see what Walker can truly create. The score of the well-used table covered in spilt wine, laughter and fingerprints, followed by the destructive process of grinding it down into its new life as a “Junkyard Saint.” An antique tabletop “ruined” by a deep scratch, lovingly gouged with an ice pick, morphs into the gorgeous La Fleur du Mal. Akin to their creator, Walker’s pieces drip with a curiosity that is nearly tangible.
“My whole life, I’ve had an appreciation for the aesthetic of the used. Before I could even speak properly, there was a space in the garage for my “yunk collection;” a pile of spark plugs, rusty washers, old batteries, and other metal odds and ends I’d found on the ground and carried home in my pockets. By the time I was in elementary school, I’d begun assembling the junk parts to form little “robots” and people and animal sculptures. Throughout middle school and high school, the sculptures grew into full busts, functional lamps and wall installations.” – Walker Babington
Walker’s passion has taken him across the globe. Over the course of six years, he traveled the world, creating blowtorch and flamethrower murals in San Francisco and India, selling magnifying-glass-on-driftwood artwork in Costa Rica and New Orleans, and exhibiting everywhere in between. His developing technique incorporates rusting ferrous metals, tarnishing non-ferrous ones, dribbling red wine on watercolor paper and scratching the surfaces of doors and tables with ice picks, forks and crowbars. Ever the seeker of reinvention, unique creation and the juxtaposition of the truly human space occupied within those parameters; Walker dances upon the razor’s edge of construction and destruction, trash and treasure, showman and observer.