Gallery of Cleave details and exhibition installation
The story behind Cleave>
Paolo di Dono, called Uccello (1397–1475):
The Hunt in the Forest (c.1465-1470)
tempera and oil, with traces of gold, on panel; 177cm x 73.3cm
The Hunt in the Forest is held in the collections of the Ashmolean Museum, Oxford.
Uccello uses a Renaissance colour palette with red and green colour pigments and accents of gold, now faded to give the painting a magical jewel-like quality. This is reinforced by the overall unreality of the scene and Uccello’s affinity for Gothic art, as evidenced by his creation of stylised patterns. In Cleave, a gold thread runs through the textile collage pieces.
The word cleave is interesting for its opposite double meanings:
- to split apart or cut open by force, often related to the natural world as in ‘he took a large axe to cleave wood for the fire’ or ‘the water will eventually cleave a channel through the rock’. From this we also get the words cleft, clove and cloven – originally as tenses of cleave
- to stick together, often related to relationships and/or the body as in Shakespeare when Macbeth says to Banquo: ‘If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis, It shall make honour for you’ or in Genesis 2:24 of the King James bible ‘man shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh’ but also ‘Rose’s tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth’. The word is related in origin to clay and climb
I also took inspiration from Uccello’s preparation techniques to stretch cotton over board before gessoing and sanding down repeatedly to create a matt, smooth surface.
Cleave was first shown in Quarry at the Brocket Gallery, London in 2016.
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The relics and ghosts of long ago are brought together here as if in a wild dream of nature. Starting from the verticals of Uccello’s trees and dotted lines he cut into the wood I wanted to present a landscape of fragments that offers a framework for a narrative.
The dogs in south London are running. One of the big ones slows down as it passes me and I step back as its nose swerves into my crotch, waving my arms as though that would make any difference. If it were really hungry it would just eat me but I get a face full of hot meaty air and it’s a lucky day.
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