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Bill Woodrow
The Alchemy of the Discarded In the quiet corners of Oxfordshire, near Henley-on-Thames, a story began in 1948 that would eventually transform the very nature of British sculpture. Bill Woodrow did not seek out marble or fine clay; instead, his eyes were drawn to the overlooked remnants of a changing society. During his formative years at Winchester College of Art, St. Martin’s, and Chelsea, he developed a way of seeing that turned the
debris of London streets into something entirely new. He wandered through scrap yards and skips, gathering the bones of consumer culture—car bonnets, washing machines, and twin tubs—to build his visions. His early method was one of surgical reconstruction. He would take a discarded object, perhaps a piece of domestic machinery, and cut into its skin with the precision of a craftsman. By reattaching these fragments through umbilical-lik…