Jim Coverley works as a very careful surgeon on old sheets, remains of an old life, full of varnished dreams and wrapped and hidden secrets. The body is always at stake in Coverley¹s art. He abstracts the essence of pain, our very existence as human beings, from the corporeal shell and its vulnerability, in order to find a different substance, a soul perhaps, a core of immutable identity. Possessing our own bodies between the sheets, we turn inwards towards a basic existence, of a physical entity; and in our nightmares one dream about losing this entity, our bodies being dissolved and damaged, cut open, flayed and abandoned.
Jim Coverley
Text by Christophe Kihm (2008)






























