Iron is a hungry material. It eats itself if left unsealed, oxidising over time until what was once solid turns to dust. London-based artist and musician Tom Hardwick-Allan’s latest body of work, Low Relief and Foil, presented as a solo exhibition at South Parade in Central London, embraces this tension — between permanence and decay, weight and absence, imprint and erosion. Known for his carved birch plywood works that hover between print and sculpture, here he shifts towards cast iron, a medium that resists and records in equal measure.
The exhibition traces links between falconry, printmaking, digestion and augury. The technique of making the imprinted reliefs was informed by a 200-year-old iron printing press (saved from a skip by the artist’s grandfather), its hulking form offset by an avian counterweight perched at the top: a flightless bird, caught between motion and stillness. Printing, in Hardwick-Allan’s hands, becomes more than just reproduction; it’s a kind of haunting, an act of imprinting that extends beyond paper into the psychological and the bodily. His sand-cast iron reliefs recall ancient inscriptions as much as industrial detritus, their surfaces bearing traces of both history and the artist’s own revisions. Barricading the windows of the exhibition space are piles of books from the artist’s personal collection, wrapped in distressed glassine, denying access to their contents, turning knowledge into something veiled, latent.
Running through it all is a fascination with process, with the way materials shape meaning. Iron casting is labour-intensive, stubborn, demanding. So, too, is Hardwick-Allan’s approach, weeks spent immersed in the studio, sleeping on a piece of cardboard, hands stained with graphite and oil. His work exists in a state of flux, as much about the potential of transformation as the final form. Even the exhibition’s events programme plays with inversion: on April Fool’s Day, a performance night descended the gallery’s outdoor levels, chasing the logic of reverse alchemy. Here, “images rise to the surface regardless, they are relentless,” and meaning is never fixed, only pressed into the surface, waiting to be revealed.
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Your work often involves scratching away at surfaces, treating image-making as a digestive process. How does destruction, revision, and erasure play into your creative philosophy?
The act of making is one of loss, it’s loss making — the more a work is actualised the less potential it has to be otherwise. Every step towards an apparently final form is a narrowing. I like a medium that involves the negation of itself, as it seems to embody this. Images rise to the surface regardless, they are relentless, like meaning, but can always be broken down again to activate any latent chemical potential that they might still contain.
The imprinted reliefs in Low Relief and Foil draw from both printmaking and casting. How do you navigate the intersection between these two disciplines, and what does imprinting mean to you beyond its technical aspects?
They’re both rudimentary and somewhat archaic forms of reproduction, in which something is carried into and beyond its imprinted absence through inversion or reversion.
You reference a salvaged iron printing press, its avian counterweight, and its historical role in information dissemination. How do you see this machine, and the process of printing itself, as a metaphor within your work?
This 200 year old press would have been used to print broadsheets in its day. Technologically this process of print has entered its afterlife, and this machine stands, in its obsolescence, as an imprint of itself. There is something in the DNA of print which seems to predict this, since it involves a kind of ghost-work, the origin being visible only in the liquid approximation that holds its impression after brief contact between surfaces. The flightless bird that acts as counterweight atop the frame of the press recalls an even more distant means of sending messages, and becomes more symbolic for it. The presence of the machine is epic, it seems like a conduit to command from some distant place an unseen energy proportional to its own vast weight.
The title Low Relief and Foil suggests a relationship between depth and surface, revelation and concealment. What conceptual or visual tensions are you exploring through these materials?
Trying to maintain a position on this threshold is a means of generating energy. There’s a friction that leads to fiction which can be fed back into the machination. Low Relief refers to the cast carvings, it’s a form that is defined by its flat back and lack of undercut, so it's always tapering towards you. It was popular before the onset of vanishing point perspective and has this tension between picture plane and actual depth. There are 27 hemispheres in the show which make up different arrangements and can be further divided into threes and nines, and each is a print of another. Anyway, this hemisphere is the most basic expression of the low relief form, it's the atomic point. Then Foil refers to a cluster of things, it’s a plot device by which a character is defined by its inverse, and also the trail that a hunted animal leaves through its environment. Then it comes in in a material way too, these different dimensions folding in on each other.
Your work connects falconry, digestion, augury, and printmaking, each linked to transformation, prediction, or control. What draws you to these themes, and how do they interact in this exhibition?
Bubbles within bubbles, these sub systems whose parameters are defined by crystalline code but contain a central unknown. Art making as a kind of device to evidence catchment, which finds analogy in these other disciplines. Metonym used as a structural principle, a way of maintaining motion across what is otherwise untouching. It’s just finding these slant rhymes and resonances, like augury informs art in that when you’re making something you’re trying to predict its future, and the implications that its eventual form might carry.
Your installation of entirely wrapped books from your personal collection suggests an intentional act of concealment. What was the reason behind obscuring their covers and contents? What draws you to this act of veiling, and how do you see it functioning within the broader themes of the exhibition?
I wanted the presence of stacked books without the entrapment of legibility.  Like an unprinted print, something that is on the other side of perception, but reaching towards it. There’s something so tedious about being locked into comprehension. I’m used to relying on a density of visual information to charge a work, and I wanted to fold that in on itself. It felt like a strange thing to do, to wrap every book I own in this distressed glassine paper and stack them on sheets of foil from sweet, crisp and cigarette packets, but the work has a central mystery to it for me and I wanted to preserve this. It’s called Secret of the Fruitfly. So it’s not for me to fully know. I started handling them with oil and graphite on my hands, which picked up the webbed folds of the paper and became a new articulation. To this end I started treating them as paintings, so the context of understanding started to shift. A lot of these books informed the exhibition somehow too, so now they’re a kind of congealed fuel.
Your work repeatedly engages with avian imagery, from falconry to the iron printing press, and I understand you grew up with pet crows. How has this personal connection to birds shaped your artistic thinking, and what symbolic weight do they carry in your practice?
The crows weren’t pets so much as arrivals, the first arrived on my 20th birthday and refused to leave for six years before one day disappearing. Then the next one arrived on Christmas just afterwards. Same thing happened with a kestrel. All these birds were flightless and must’ve been imprinted by humans and were seeking us out as their own. But we also imprint onto them, a silhouette of a bird is just so neat, in terms of shape: head and beak, or wing, but it’s never neutral now. There’s something about an image and the actuality that it entraps. It’s an oscillation. Sometimes The Real does hop in through the back door, but its rupture is only bearable for an instant.
The term "imprinting" carries psychological and biological meanings, particularly in early learning. How does your work engage with ideas of memory, influence, and formative experience?
Imprinting is this early behavioural phenomenon, first observed in birds, in which an infant imprints onto whatever it is apparently raised by. It’s a process of identifying an emergent self with the shape of the thing in front of it. So I’m drawing a link between this and printmaking, which is also about the dissemination of information via moments of intense contact. This is an expanded printmaking, which contains the social, imprinting is not something that happens once but an ongoing process that we can’t help but be engaged in.
Your sand-cast iron reliefs bring to mind ancient inscriptions, industrial processes, and even contemporary digital fabrication. How do you see your work in conversation with different historical modes of image-making?
History is a fantasy that dictates the parameters of the present. Real change seems impossible now, but history is still moot and may in its shifting contain keys that could unlock some current deadlock. Iron is a liquid which is frozen every so often to satisfy the whims of an epoch, it knows more in its essence than its frozen forms could represent.
Your practice spans visual art, music, and publishing. How do these disciplines inform one another, and do you see your exhibitions as performative in any way?
I hope for an exhibition to be active, with work that has a presence like a good performer might, though it has a different kind of duration, and will release itself at a slower pace. But there’s a subtle ecstasy particular to still things in a room, poised against time.
Your early works explored carved birch plywood and mixed media, how has your approach to material evolved and what led you toward working with iron?
This trajectory kind of began with me making woodcut prints for gig posters and that, using highlighters to demarcate different areas to cut then printing in black ink. Then I got more interested in the blocks themselves, these unpleasant colours bleeding into the grain of the wood and the potential of its unprinted surface. These became reliefs as I dug deeper into them, revealing more layers of plywood that gave the appearance of tree rings, as if the wood was dreaming of its own predigested form. I was missing the binary of print but wanted to keep pushing these carvings, so the iron suggested itself.
How has your experience as a musician influenced your approach to composition and rhythm within your visual practice?
I think it’s more textual. That’s what the sonic and visual share for me, how the surface grain describes what something is made of. Maybe that’s where composition comes in, like what something is composed of, and slicing it at different intervals to reveal where it has complicated or become cancerous. I guess that’s what becomes rhythm, when something has to be cut.
Your past exhibitions have referenced divination (Scrying the Slice), transformation, and thresholds. Do you see your work as engaging with ritual or mysticism?
Inasmuch as we are engaged with these things daily, maybe without naming it. It’s all magical thinking, anything with language. These systems we live by are shared delusions. But maybe art making is a way of doing what we’re doing anyway but with a kind of consciousness that estranges it. It pivots between extreme abstract belief and doubt.
In the lead-up to this exhibition, you were so immersed in the work that you ended up sleeping on a piece of cardboard in your studio. Sleeping  in your studio suggests an almost extreme proximity to your work, being physically surrounded by it, living alongside it. How did this level of physical commitment shape your relationship with the pieces you were creating, and do you see endurance or sacrifice as integral to your practice?
Time became a material, I had to do weird things to shape it in a way that held things here now, rather than there later. The heightened intensity made it easier to feel alive in the present too, like what I imagine riding a motorbike to feel like, decision and result become almost inseparable.
Iron casting is notoriously labour-intensive compared to materials like aluminium, which is lighter and easier to work with. What drew you specifically to iron, despite its challenges? Is there something about its weight, history, or transformative process that resonates with the themes of your work?
It took a long time to get past the Bronze Age when casting these works. Iron melts at about 200 degrees higher and it’s intense to sustain that kind of temperature. Despite its heaviness it’s quite weak, which I like. I identify with it as an auto-immune material, without being sealed it would eat itself through given enough time. Historically it’s interesting because it really accelerated these points of crux, like the onset of agriculture and the industrial revolution, but it couldn’t sustain them, buckling under the weight of what it enabled. I was thinking about the whole process as a kind of reverse alchemy.
Some of the pieces seem to juxtapose the physical weight and permanence of cast iron with the lightness and transience of birds, creatures associated with flight, escape, and ephemerality. How do you think this contrast between material and subject affects the way the work is experienced?
I keep coming back to this kind of metaphysical straining, however much I try to move on.
There is an events programme accompanying Low Relief and Foil. Can you tell us a bit more about the programme? How do these events relate to the themes of the show, and what role do you see them playing in shaping how audiences engage with the work?
On April fools day there was a performance night that descended the levels outside the gallery. The theme was reverse alchemy, trying to hone into that. Fake fire, real smoke.
Looking ahead, are there any techniques or themes you feel particularly drawn to exploring in future work?
Well now I’ve got all this dust, from wood and iron and graphite and time. And hundreds of foils from crisp, sweet and cigarette packets. So there might be something to do with what’s left. There’s an urge to inscribe. I want something hovering and slight that creases like a smile or a question.
Low Relief and Foil is on till 19 April 2025
At South Parade, Griffin House, 79 Saffron Hill, London, EC1R 5BU
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