As if peering through a gap in the trees this art work focuses on the relationship between light and dark, quarry and hunter. The colour and form of the red figure references Uccello’s practice within the late Gothic tradition and reminds us that red is the colour of fairytales, representing blood (virginity, violence, death).
Gallery of Trace details, exhibition installation and studio documentation
The story behind Trace
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.
I wanted to create a work that used just a few very strong elements to show the power of a repeated shape. I printed this ruined arch onto fine linen in different sizes, mirroring some elements to give the illusion of stretching back into infinity, and using a black ‘void’ arch to break the pattern. The dogs are taken from Uccello’s dogs and the white lines pick up on his underdrawing, reinforcing the architectural space.
Trace was first shown in the exhibition Quarry at the Brocket Gallery, London in 2016.
More works in Quarry
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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