So it was my exhibition on Friday.
I am just awaiting the call from Mr Saatchi.
It’s only a matter of time.
The familiar image blank, blanked, blanketed in white. Cognition is tested. We have to look again. We see the form, the familiar form of cup and plate and puppet, but that’s all we have to go on. Just form. What happened to colour and shade and texture and depth. It’s a whitewash, all gone, make up your own mind without help from me. Looking is easy with so many clues. Look harder without the help.
Delve deeper, gaze longer. We know it, we recognise it, but it’s different, is it clearer or not as clear? Terms of reference removed, the familiar becomes bizarre, obtuse. The visual with fewer dimensions causes the look to look again. We want the detail. The nuance, not white out, not bland blobs. It’s the detail we see.
Or is it?