Room 12 · The Living Shape
Somewhere Between the Sacred Silence and Sleep
A face assembled from slabs of yellow and slate, with the title lettered across the top edge and down the right, and something ringing at the temple.
Hangs in The Living Shape, room 12 of 14: The flat unmixed colour of the hard-edge work, turned on something alive — a face taken apart into planes, a bird crossing a painted morning. No shading, no modelling, nothing softened: the living thing set down in bright and uncompromising shapes.
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