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Acrylics on cartridge
DESCRIPTION
After my Dad died, I started to use his old study as a studio. But all his things, his 1950s photos of his jazz band, his collection of badges, his book of set lists meant that I became obsessed with his Room.
After my Dad died, I started to use his old study as a studio. But all his things, his 1950s photos of his jazz band, his collection of badges, his book of set lists meant that I became obsessed with his Room.
Room III
MEDIUM
acrylics on cartridge.
acrylics on cartridge.
DESCRIPTION
I tried to imagine Dad's study detached from the rest of the house, floating in a black void, taken down to the bare-bones of its very roomness. Using Giacometti structure lines that go to infinity, it became translucent, multi dimensional, there but not there. Full of memories yet empty.
I tried to imagine Dad's study detached from the rest of the house, floating in a black void, taken down to the bare-bones of its very roomness. Using Giacometti structure lines that go to infinity, it became translucent, multi dimensional, there but not there. Full of memories yet empty.
Room II
MEDIUM
acrylics on cartridge
acrylics on cartridge
DESCRIPTION
My Dad's study. Cramped next to a Victorian wardrobe full of top hats, a cloak which belonged to Jacob Kramer, fans and gloves, I tried to paint, and use the room as an artist studio. the room became a ghost room, a haunted room, I tried to imagine it a white cube but just ended up painting BLACK paintings.
My Dad's study. Cramped next to a Victorian wardrobe full of top hats, a cloak which belonged to Jacob Kramer, fans and gloves, I tried to paint, and use the room as an artist studio. the room became a ghost room, a haunted room, I tried to imagine it a white cube but just ended up painting BLACK paintings.
