When much had been forgotten (2016)
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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 scooped out paint from the leaves in his trees and filled these with gold leaf so that they shone in the light, so here I have included a rich gold tree. The shape of the river comes in on the right and the flat neutral-tone collage elements (top right, bottom centre, top left) introduce negative shapes from Trace, quarrying discarded material and reusing in a new way.
When much had been forgotten was first shown in Quarry at the Brocket Gallery, London in 2016.
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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).
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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