Raw canvas used for tapestries, burnt opiated colours and unfinished surfaces plunge the viewer into a world where nothing is as simple or as stable as it seems. Quick brushes arrest on small natural details
Joel examines the irrational sides of a private lyricism, becoming the dark interpreter of dreams caught in no romanticism or emotion but only in enigmatic fantasies.
Tomlin’s subject matters inhabit woods and uncultivated lands, frontier zones where the engagement with the world is interrupted to be substituted with “intuitions clothed in all their evanescent circumstances and accompanying feelings” (Thomas De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eatler). |
