
I made a pilgrimage to Masons Yard in London to visit the other elusive White Cube gallery today. I made a day trip out of it and brought my daughter and met up with my good old friend Davoc afterwards. Abstract art can sometimes leave me a bit cold (Unless it’s Lee Krasner or Helen Frankenthaler) This combination of embroidered threads flexing and breathing through the paint on unprimed canvas was refreshing and engaging on a new level. Both my daughter and I had to resist the urge to stroke and caress the threaded surface like it was cloth on a hanger.

Existential questions amid circular shapes as titles. The titles of the artworks themselves were carefully embroidered along the edges of the canvas. Those parts were actually my favourite.






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