Studying Saul’s work there’s a playfulness and zest to every subject matter he tackles. In one piece, a painter whistles a merry tune as he heads off for a day on the job. In another, a jolly fruit vendor juggles oranges in a commissioned work for Atomic Beer.
What Kim puts down on paper is stunning, an unbridled depiction of sexual pleasure. Wielding an array of watercolours she brings raunchy and arousing scenes to life. In one work, women explore each other’s soaking bodies in the shower. In another, a man enters his partner as they writhe under the sheets.
The Australian artist (now based in Berlin) leans into the growing posthuman and ecocritical art movements which focus on decentering Human beings and reminding us of the interconnectedness of all life; fauna, flora and beyond. Sparked by her innate “curiosity about if and how other organisms think, feel and communicate”, Rofe uses her work to remind us we live in a “more-than-human world”.
Caleb paints on impulse. Allergic to the word inspiration, he paints with little preconceptions, allowing the images to surface on the canvas before him. In his latest series PAINTINGS, Caleb has created portraits of the unknown. To him, they “feel like ghosts or old photos”.
“I have been so moved by the kind things people say. Many patients come to the gallery and tell me that my paintings got them through tough times in hospital, that my work brought them great joy, symbolising light when they were in darkness.”
“There’s always a way to make what you imagine in my software…you’re not restricted by usual obstacles like gravity or the physical limitations of materials. The universe that you build animation in is essentially infinite both spatially and creatively.”
Today, we’re lucky enough to premiere the live stream of Henry's set – a journey sprinkled with never before heard edits from the man himself. By the looks of things, this was one hell of a time at the controls as well as for those on the dancefloor.
A fitting soundtrack to an elegant bank heist montage; iconic of a turn-of-the-century film. Or the diegetic music spilling out of our protagonist’s radio, as they drive at a mysterious hour; slightly tinted sunglasses, sardonic silk shirt & cigarette smoke plumes a gogo.