School of Fine Art Sculpture & Environmental Art

Anna Lewis

(she/her)

My work catches the tension between memory and material, presence and absence. I am drawn to what lingers below the surface —echoes, impressions, gestures suspended just before they are lost. A breath held taut, a faint imprint, a shadow hooked by labour. These traces become anchors of a quiet insistence, where invisible work—of hands, of memory, of care—leaves its subtle drag.

I think of making as an act of remembering, not to restore what is lost, but to acknowledge its outline. Each piece is a gesture of attention, a way of staying with the almost-gone: the fine scratch of polish, the softness of a repeated phrase, the silence that follows effort. These are moments of resistance. They invite the viewer to slow down, to notice, to drift in the uncertainty of what cannot be fully hauled in.

In this way, the work becomes a form of care—persistent, patient and unresolved. A holding space for what has passed through. What remains isn’t always the catch, but the attentiveness of staying tethered to what flickers and slips away.

Contact
annalewistudio@gmail.com
A.Lewis1@student.gsa.ac.uk
@nnaalew
annalewi.org
Works
22JUL01
A Statement on Longing
Bated Breath
Fixed
Tether

22JUL01

What once faced forward has now turned away.

The back of a photograph. The faint impression of something past certain. Time stretched thin — legible only at a distance, and even then, only if you choose to look.

Digitally printed textiles, 2025

A Statement on Longing

Each line reaches like it might land on something solid – a restless declaration, spoken as if saying it enough could make it true.

Laser cut paper, 2025

Bated Breath

Suspended in an impossibly long moment. The sound of a gasp, stretched to and held for the length of one year.

Audio recording, 8760 hours, 2025

Fixed

It holds nothing but remains. ­

Silver, 2025

Tether

A hook, hand-crafted and hand-polished, hangs quietly. It traps ghosts of labour in the fine scratches etched on its surface. As the sunlight shifts, the hook casts a long, sharp shadow. Still, moving, a second presence that can never be caught. The suspense in something waiting, or perhaps already gone.

Steel, 2025