two person online show with Carolyn Case
Taymour Grahne Projects, London, UK
22 March - 19 April 2024
Images courtesy of Jonathan Bassett

Spine shift, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2024

It bruised, oil on canvas, 130 x 160cm, 2024

Sore morning, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2024

I saw it all at once, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2024

Double vision, oil on canvas, 130 x 165cm, 2024

A warning, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2024

Time slip, oil on canvas, 160 x 170cm, 2023

Sour in the turning, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2023

A slippery sun, oil on canvas, 130 x 165cm, 2024

The alternative, oil on canvas, 30 x 40cm, 2024

A trick of the light, oil on canvas, 60 x 70cm, 2024
“These paintings were made as the mid-winter shifted slowly back towards the sun. The light spreading a little further each day but the nights still long and the air still biting. For a few weeks I woke every morning to watch the sun appear over the sea, the red ball rising, the light bleeding, orange throwing my shadow across the bedroom. I counted the hours until I could watch it sink again. A slippery sun, a double vision, another wind storm. Most nights my dreams have been flooded in water, bathed in never-ending night and I am usually faced with a choice of an unknown, a danger or a retreat. I’ve been sitting with unknowns with these paintings, understanding them as I go; they are markers of time, of feeling, of being.”