Chris Jones’ world is a shifting, half remembered one, made up of meticulously assembled photographic illustrations.
Culled from discount bookshop encyclopaedias, magazines, calendars and posters, the images are intricately cut out and re-formed. During this piecemeal expedition, the images are allowed to follow their own suggested internal logic, creating fragments of a land that is both familiar and alien, fixed and in flux, real and imagined.
This process of reinvigoration or partial resurrection is a knowingly futile endeavour, but it is the impossibility of this act that allows for a playful re-imagining of the depicted spaces or moments. Just as memory misplaces or loses certain segments of an experience, so the objects, creatures and environments of Jones’ creations remain dislocated or stranded, perpetually displaced in their photographic netherworld
Alongside these objects Jones has ‘mapped out’ the explorations, drawing loose, sometimes incongruous links between a selection of disparate and adapted images. But rather than clarify the process these pseudo-diagrams only further compound the anomalies inherent in the work.