A little history
Edward Netley was born in Devon in 1962.
Schooled at Bovey Tracey and Ashburton,
with Sixth Form at Newton Abbot.

The youngest of four children who all excelled
in art he was encouraged to develop his talent
by his older siblings.

The first work to be sold was at a Craft Shop
in Widecombe in the Moor. Showing his pencil
drawings of wildlife to the proprietor he was
over seen by a woman who asked who did
these and were they for sale. The proprietor
indicated that Edward was the illustrator. A
look of amazement crossed the woman's face
and she offered £1.50 for one of the pictures.
The fourteen year old Edward accepted (It
was more than a months pocket money) in
stunned silence.

A note from Edward, "if by any chance the
woman who brought that first piece reads this
then I would greatly enjoy her getting in touch".

At Sixth Form he presented his folder the
Tutor who informed him that he had got an 'A'
Level with that work already. Asking when he
could take the exam he was told that he still
had to do the two years study.  Frustrated
and bored with the slowness of education he
left and joined the British Army.

Through out the next nine years with the
Colours he continued to sell and work with his

In 1988 Multiple Sclerosis finally caught up
with him and he was discharged from H.M.

At one stage after loosing his colour vision the
definition faded as well (Indeed short periods
of blindness were experienced) which lead to
the first wire sculpture made from coat
hangers. From those enforced beginnings
developed Edward's passion for sculpture.

Edward's vision has now returned and the MS
is treating him mildly.

To quote Edward. "
Life is so wonderful, there
is beauty in all things, you just have to look!"

Edward lives on Dartmoor in Devon.
Age 4, 1966.
Front row Jayne, Edward.
Back row Pop's, Lucy two cousins and
At 19, on exchange to the
French Commando
Edward left of picture.
At 20, Regimental
Shooting Team
At 24, silly buggers gave me my
own tank .
Edward commanding 'swimming'
Chieftain Tank.
At 42, talked into baby sitting 'Henry'
for 5 weeks.
It started with such hope, only
to end up like this!
From the artist...

I am often asked how I create my sculpture's? How I work from the conception through to the finished

When I first conceive an idea it can come from any source. Often a combination of stimuli grows and
feeds a mental image. These can be carried for years until they ripen and the physical work of
construction commences.

I do not make any working drawings or sketches to build from. I hold in my mind an image of the
finished object. This I can rotate in my head to view from any angle or perspective. To say an image
is not quite correct; I 'feel' the image, for me it is a sensation of form and colour. I can caress pull and
push the form until the required shape is manipulated and forced from an abstraction to a solid in my
minds eye.

Then comes the difficult part of producing an abstract image into a physical form.

It starts with the first cut of wire following all ways the same pattern. I make the torso first then work out
through to the limbs and head. The first part is full of excitement with the abstract image so strong
and achievable. This flows into a struggle to bring out the solid form. Disappointment even anger
follows as the dream resists the attempt to solidify. Suddenly a realization that the sculpture is as
close as the physical aspect allows to the image contained in my mind produces a beautiful warm
feeling, a beautiful high that has no parallel. The final quarter is tedious knowing the challenge has
been overcome but still has to be completed to the last twist of wire My mind then leaves to build the
next sculpture while my body complete the current project.

Each sculpture follows this patten. All emotions pass through my being as I work. I chase a dream, a
wonderful dream which I can never quite catch. That for me is the excitement of art.

Every work is a learning curve a step closer to the dream. My best peice....that is simple, that is in my
minds eye my next creation.
Text and pictures copyright Edward Netley 2004-2008
'Oh, so that's the joy stick then!'
Flying lessons in August  2007. What
a fantastic present. Worth the MS
playing up for the following two days.
This is from some one who gets car
sick as a passenger!
'A good day out'
Fossil hunting at Charmouth almost looking like a professional.
The front room 2011 showing a moment
pondering sculpture.
Working again showing the speed involved in
creating sculpture. So fast I am just a blur.
Home with the garden coming into
fruition spring 2014