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James Dodd - Magic Shed - Vitalstatistix Aug 2025

Sheds and the creativity and wonder that comes from sheds are something that I continually return to in my visual arts practice. Supported by Vitalstatistix, this piece is a bit of a tester for some larger ideas that I have and also an exercise that is helping me to think through the ways in which I might embrace these things more. As part of this project I invited Stephen Zagala to write a response to the artwork and ideas. See below. Magic Happens I’d love to tell you all about my shed. But this isn’t really the right context. The shed is better understood in situ, surrounded by all the orphaned objects and aspirational projects that linger there. Sheds are spaces of perpetual emergence, and you need to dive in to feel the currents of potential they harbour. James Dodd’s creative projects often invite this type of immersive involvement. His artworks are up to something that makes you want to lean in. When I visited his Magic Shed at Vitalstatistix, I found Dodd sitting in the corner of the installation on an upturned milk crate. He was tinkering in a box, or maybe he was scribbling notes. I can’t remember. I do remember the orange glow of an electric radiator, evoking an atmosphere of make-shift hospitality. I shuffled in, and we began to chat. He told me about the old garden shed that I found myself standing in. He’d bought it second-hand and reassembled it in Vitalstatistix’s shopfront gallery space. It was a snug fit. A tin skin distending to fill the available space, rather than something to contemplate in the round. I was already inside the magic before I realised something was happening. Just above my head - in the space your eyes dart to when you’re chasing an idea - hung a cluster of glass jars. With their lids fastened to a ceiling board and handwritten labels describing their individual contents, the jars recalled the type of DIY under-shelf storage systems sometimes found in sheds. But these jars didn’t contain the bits and bobs of a workshop. Most of them appeared empty, while a few held translucent liquids or other enigmatic residues. And they shimmered, internally fitted with light-emitting diodes that cycled through different chromatic hues. Dodd explained that he’d been using the jars to collect stuff from his visitors. The labels identified ephemeral or intangible contents, like ‘champagne bubbles’, ‘exhaled teen vape’, ‘erotic fantasies’, ‘patience’, and ‘unrealised potential’. These were the ‘things’ people thought should be saved for future use, and Dodd wanted to know what I’d like to store in his Magic Shed. My eyes circled the ceiling before I offered ‘song gripper’; something to help me hold onto tunes and take a ride. Dodd labelled an empty jar with this thought, waved it through the air between us, and screwed the jar into a lid alongside his other samples. He smiled and nodded. His work was done. What just happened, I wondered, and what will happen next? Of course, the answer is in the asking. Anything could happen in the Magic Shed. The stuff of memories, desires and dreams gets sampled and stored. And the future is made pregnant with their potential. The Magic Shed is a space for making obscure impulses manifest and integrating them into dynamic DIY trajectories. Dodd is not the kind of artist who exhibits things all wrapped up for our applause and admiration. This is the work of a creative who wants to connect with others and make new things happen. Thank you, Doctor Dodd, for servicing my soul. Stevie Zagala October 2025