Right when you think you’ve got Bob Brady pegged, he stops you in your tracks with unexpected inventions. His are not the sort some artists toss out to appease a fickle market or to convince themselves they’re still capable of reinvention. Brady’s incremental extrapolations spring from ideas that he has been working with for over 35 years.
Whether scouring the desert outside Reno for remnants of broken tools and fragments of glass, reading about tribal art, traveling, or sifting the detritus of his Berkeley studio, Brady has always employed something akin to an archeologist’s instinct to help guide his explorations. He integrates his “finds” into sculptures and drawings that align with the Cycladic and tribal aesthetic that have remained consistent, yet pliable enough to absorb continuous embellishment.