Groombridge’s work prides itself on precision. A rigorous attention to detail saturated by vivid colour, a carved edge, and exact calculation. The tangibility of his work relies on these truths, the conversation becoming bound to the existence of them. The material specificity remains, the decisions absolute, however he relieves the work of significant predetermined assumptions, it’s been decided for us: No narrative. No symbols.

Narratives are linear. They have a beginning and an end. They are whole because they ultimately culminate. Symbols reference and describe. They point in directions while exhausting us of any further postulation. Nearly everything is symbolic, it is a language we latch onto when words lose themselves.