David Buckingham’s bold, provocative art begins in the California, where he scours windblown alleys, abandoned factories, gritty industrial areas, dodgy neighborhoods, remote desert landscapes in search of the cast away, the discarded, and the forgotten. These battered relics are carted to Buckingham's downtown Los Angeles studio where they are muscled into works of art with an array of power tools and sheer force of will.
Reminiscent of Pop art, Buckingham’s perpetually fresh, energetic work has an immediate impact on the viewer. It seems fitting that the discarded metal he scavenges in the desert, all of which originally formed some part of the American landscape—signage, vehicles, machinery used to grow food—is repurposed as art that so directly taps into the collective American unconscious. In his newest work.