Filo Ancantilado (The Fight), 2025


Lucas’ charachter in Filo Ancantilado (The Fight), plaster and acrylic, 2025
Action shot from Filo Ancantilado (The Fight), 2025

Barnaby’s charachter in Filo Ancantilado (The Fight), plaster, wax and acrylic, 2025

Filo Anacantilado (The Fight) is a joint performance made by Barnaby Wessell and Lucas Fernandez in Glasgow, May 2025. The fight between two strange creatures speaking in tounges rises in intensity and violence across 5 rounds until one of the two is slain. Surreal and entertaining the hope is the audience might eventually feel peturbed by what they witness and uncomfortable with the potential good humour they found in it previously. Made in response to the growing violence of ICE raids in Trump’s America it’s both spectacle and fear made from the distant, disconnected vantage point of scotland with one of the performers and artists never having even left europe at time of creation it naturally becomes a high fantasy as to what this is. Emulating the process we all go through processising the overwhelm of information and news we are fed/read - that is making up what the hell it means.

The painting/mat pre fight, acrylic on canvas, 2025
The painting/mat post fight, acrylic on canvas, 2025

Behind the scenes of Filo Ancantilado (The fight),  film, 2025
Filo Ancantilado (The Fight) documentation, film, 2025


Cave studies, ongoing



Cave of half remebered dreams, shadow puppet film, 2025. Is the latest in my musings on the subject, tounge and cheek - the humerous approach to a situation I actually find deeply fascinating and moving was inspired by the work of Jeremy Deller and his bouncy castle stone henge. What if these ancient places that bear the earliest marks of humanity - made with beliefs and ideas totally alien to us now but which have led to how we all now percieve the world - were really the sites of jokes between friends or simple pranks? We have nothing to say otherwise. Below complementary cave musings. \/


Cave drawing from imagination 
(after le grotto and the left hand of darkness) , blue ink on paper, 2024
Cave outlines, ripped paper collage, 2025
The new york Subway as supported by cave dwellers, pastel on toned paper, 2025
Stage cave, coloured pencil on two toned paper, 2024
Cave entrance at night, oil on propped paper, 2025

Crow, 2025


Crow, shadow puppetry and filmaking, 2025. This film comes from my research into masks and their effects. As with a lot of my work in this period I’m using humour as a vessle for this exploration. My main interests here were how wearing a mask might change our behaviour around others and the fruitlesness of obsession. Something I sometimes relapse into feeling.


Wandering Studio, 2025


Wandering Studio, reclaimed materials, wood, tape, coloured pencils on paper, film, 2025. An early new york project I made to understand the city better. The idea was if i could take my studio with me into the streets and be able to make during my input mode I might be able to record the true what I felt and saw. The actual effect was to narrow my vision to seeing only the details of my journeying - so overwhelming was the amount of happenings on the street of new york especially for my brain which was already trying to record what I saw. It was natural therefore to just focus on an interesting face or crack in the wall, draw that, and then reconstruct into people back at the studio. As seen below. \/


Wandering studio next to two paper people
Paper guard, various meduims on paper, 2025
Paper lord, various meduims on paper, 2025
Wandering studio, reclaimed materials, 2025


Modern Wayfaring, Ongoing


Left view
Ruminations on modern day wayfaring (NX 040 from bay 016), air drying clay and found pottery, acrylic on wood, 2025
Right view

Modern wayfaring is sitting on the bus between London and Bristol on the way back from your visa appointment. The NX 040 and it’s 7 oclock so it’s full and your 6 pound 50 is seeming not so worth it stuck next to the nervous man in crisis, who smells quite a bit. You’d like to talk to him see if you can help but you know your stuck next to each other for the next 3 and a half or 4 hours so you don’t. Because awkward silence is better than the unkown conversation of those potential hours. You have the window seat so you look out of it - seeing the horizon distort and shift, prying itself from the curve of the earth falling to the side of the road - along the double yellow line. The only consistant monemuments in modern wafaring are not towers, hills or churchtowers but the faces of the other travellers stony and impassive beneath headphones and flickering phone light. The new landmarks perhaps more impassive and unmoving than the old. You dont meet people as a modern wayfarer.

Sketchbook page on the vestige to modern day wayfaring, 2025
Unfortunate man next to me on the NX 040, ink and coloured pencil on paper, 2025
Light across my lap on the NX 040, ink on paper, 2025
View of the new horizon out the wondow of the NX 040, ink on mountboard, 2025
Man on the train - doing work on spreadsheets, mixed media on paper, 2025
Sketchbook page with Hockney copy and allegra sleeping on bus, various meduims on paper, 2025


Static Puppets, 2025


Traveller woman, air drying clay and broken plug, 2025
Monk static puppet under lamp, air drying clay, 2025
 
Virginity demon, air drying clay and wax, 2025



Static puppets made at moments of emotional intensity from the last year. Often they do the thing i find so enchanting about puppets - become vessells for the bits of me I’d rather keep separate or purge.
Jar hiding man, air drying clay and acrylic, 2025


The Wanderer Dependant, Ongoing


The ‘Wanderer Dependant’ enters the Bar Miracolo in Bolsena, Italy after his 5 mile journey, photo credit: Brian Titley, 2025


Map of the ‘Wanderer Dependant’s’ route around the lake Bolsena, ink on paper, 2025 -->


Below drawings made during the walk of the ‘Wanderer Dependant’ from the campsite of the Fat Germans to Bolsena. \/

This was my first Journey as the ‘Wanderer Dependant’ who has lived in my head, somewhat unchanged since 2024.  He’s a revolutionary: trespassing across land, ignoring private property - infringes upon our rights to roam. Yet he’s also trapped in the past, walking from one ancient monument to the next (iron age hillforts, the via francigena, stone circles, long barrows) attaching ritualistic importance to these sites and vainly trying to inflate his own meaning through association to such monuments. A speculative myth weaving he extends to each object or experience he finds on his travels (a traffic cone becomes a cylinder for captured souls, or a tractor a terrible monster). For me as the artist, he is an opportunity too to give in to the voices of the land around me. To perform him is a deep listening: to the road I’m on, the sights sounds and feelings that arise from the journey and then an attemot to embody these into the charachter I play. Doing this first performance in Italy where I was unable to speak the language, but on the familiar 900 year old Via Francigena Pilgramige route was an effective “in” because I had ritualistic purpose and history behind the path I walked alongside a poor understanding of the specific region leaving room for speculation while maintaining wieight of meaning behind it.

View of lake Bolsena from the log pile, graphite on mountboard, 2025
Shadows in the abandoned farmhouse (hlafway point), ink on paper, 2025
Free standing gate in the road (gates to hell?), coloured pencil on toned paper, 2025
The farmers track next to the lake bolsena, coloured pencil on document file, 2025
Faces seen, ink on paper, 2025
The wanderer dependant’s hat on hammock, coloured pencil on toned paper, 2025

Xmas Peformance, 2024

The construction worker in service of his majesty king cob sits
The costruction worker in service of his majesty king cob points slightly
The construction worker in serveice of his majesty the king cob conversates
Treasure map (to be handed out by the construction worker in the sevice of his majesty the king cob), coloured pencil on paper, 2025


This was a performance for the exhibition: Interference which took place between the Glasgow School of Art and CalArts. I really wanted to break up the too cool for school thing I think, so I might of leaned a little too hard into the whimsey (an easy mistake) I rmeber being really ill when the performance happend, and everything feeling really quite intense as a result. It bit me with another bug - pouring my whole soul into being someone else and feeling how people reponded to me was formative for the direction of my work henceforth. The premise in this piece was to make the audience feel that mysterious things might begin to happen in the workld around them, and that the city could all just crumble away to reveal an ancient and unforgiving land beneath. I was a construction worker starting this process by building brigaddon and I think people bought it, at least I got lot’s of questions after the next chunk of performance.
Latex nose and gloves costume, 2024
Latex nose and gloves costume, 2024