"These paintings make visible that unseen something which haunts the day. A feeling concerning the pleasure of retrospection. Not the phoney nostalgia of Merchant-Ivory films, more a nostalgia for the ugly part of our psyche. The doubts and fears, small reveries and desperation. Finding a twisty compensation for losing. Being a loser, drawing it out, expanding, making it sickly sweet. We are not the face we present to the world. We are the scratchy pigment scraped around the edge of our canvas"
... ...........................................Ian kingstone
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