Introduction to Jem Ham
Jem Ham is a Melbourne born artist who started painting on brick walls with water at the age of four. Fascinated by the way the watermarked the brick and the ability to bring to life something from within, his love for art was born. Since then, it has been a journey of self-discovery through art, fuelled by a passionate need to create. Falling broadly within the abstract expressionist style, his art comes with a large dose of heart, a touch of the surreal and psychedelic, a hint of realism, and a dash of whimsy. In essence, his works are a soapbox for the subconscious mind, giving voice to the imaginative world within. He currently lives by the beach in Fremantle, Western Australia and has exhibited in Australia and overseas.
He told himself there was another world in which his thoughts could live.
He told himself it would be ok to dream away his existence on a whim.
He told himself that when the time was right beneath the moonlit sky,
that he would find a place of peaceful bliss for at least one day before he died.
“Come with me And you’ll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look And you’ll see Into your imagination” (from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)
Enter a world of the whimsically bold, teetering on the surreal, dancing around the limits of reality. Enter a world within my head. Take a journey into the mind’s sphere where the daily hills and valleys of existence are brought to life in intriguing characters of mystical proportions. Let your mind escape the daily grind, and enter the Imaginarium of Jem Ham, a celebration of the imaginatively absurd. This body of work aims to visually represent the nature and psychology of the inner sphere of the artist. It is an attempt to understand the day to day psyche through self-expression and the creation of an original visual aesthetic. The process aims to tap into the subconscious world of imagination to reveal something from within which is often vague in the mind but comes to life through the process of drawing. As the whimsical creations are evolved manifestations of the artist’s inner sphere, the freedom in which each element can be interpreted allows the audience to also connect to a naive imagination.
With open arms the mother beckons
To be held in her embrace
With a comforting smile and loving eyes
Your little heart a race
Timidly you take a step
Towards the arms of the maternal figure
And there you stay until the day
She swings at you with her stinger
What was black was white
What was white was black
Enveloped in a cloud of grey
Unsated by the treasures of earth,
he yearned to touch the heart of the sun
Looking back, I saw what was once me
Being a boy, flirting with the wind and the bees
Time has passed and I’m in the now
Carrying more weight and a bigger brow
In the depths of the Indoian jungle,
the Bamboo Making Elephants
have no laments about their existence.