Playground (acrylic on canvas). Courtesy of the artist. |
The
artist, who studied at Jacob Kramer (Leeds College of Art) and London
Guildhall University, has exhibited nationwide and has recently held his solo
show 'Telling Tales' at Gallery150 in
Leamington Spa -and what telling tales they are.
In the Vino Veritas Showcase, BRINK will be presenting two works from this series. The first is
an acrylic on canvas piece, entitled 'Playground'. The inner ear immediately
perceives the echoing sounds of children at play. The flashes of the colours of
infantile nightmares and blurry shadows evoke
that grimy, heavy feel of those never-ending days at school, almost alluding to the
fact that childhood is both a beautiful, curious and intensely terrifying
state, perhaps even dangerous.
Here you linger on a knife’s edge. There is a
sense of the oblivion and blind spontaneity of youth; how a child can be in one
instant angelic, and then in another incredibly animalistic and cruel. One has
the uncanny feeling that, beneath the surface, something sinister is lurking in
the shadows or is about to happen. The fiery, almost foreboding shadow of the trees, the eerie light and unnatural colours of what appears to be a polluted sky remind us again of an impending doom.
However,
playing on the susceptibility of the onlooker's mind, the artists gives us no
clues as to what this may be. You cannot tell if you are looking through the
eyes of another or your own. It is a story in the making and it is you, the
viewer, who must finish the tale.
The Crying Man at Goya's Tree (ink on paper). Courtesy of the artist. |
The
second work on show is an intricately detailed pen and ink drawing, called 'The
Crying Man at Goya's Tree'. Here we find a myriad of references and with them a
myriad of questions bubble to the surface.
On
a branch to the right we see a baboon quietly observing a rather disconcerting
scene. A boy sits on a rock head in hands, his dog by his side; a man sits
sobbing at the foot of a dead tree; two white doves are perched upon a branch,
while in the background a rather suspect Ronald McDonald is hanging from the
tree, his arm still held in what appears to be his customary friendly wave, but
with an ominous finger raised upwards.
Are they mourning for the economic crisis and the downfall of
Capitalism? Are they awaiting a peace that never arrives? Did they kill
“everyones’ favourite clown”?
If we then go on to investigate the ancient Egyptian
symbolism of the Baboon we come across the bloodthirsty underworld deity, Babi,
famous for feasting on entrails. Indeed, the Egyptians’ believed that baboons
(the Alpha-males at least) were dead and actually the reincarnation of deceased
rulers. Believed to be the first born son of Osiris, the god of the dead, Babi devoured the souls of the wicked after they were judged by Ma’at,
the embodiment of truth and order.
On show at:
Kenilworth Wines, 14 Talisman Square, Kenilworth, Warwickshire CV8 1JB.
For further information please contact: brinkevents@gmail.com
It
is not a post-apocalyptic scene because they are surrounded by grass, hills and
leafy trees, but the dying tree and the reference to the multinational colossal
could refer to the destruction that many corporations reap on the resources of
the world. But, as with plate 39 from Francisco Goya’s, Los
Desatres de la Guerra,
entitled Grande hazaña! Con
muertos! (Great deeds! Against the dead!), it
could also allude to a more Tolstoyan view of non-violent action against
oppression, underlining the futility, cowardice and emptiness of such atrocious
acts.
Maybe, our Baboon is waiting in the wings to devour
them all.
Sarah Silver