3rd Oct - 3rd Nov
‘Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.’
So begins Edwin Muir’s poem ‘The Horses’ – a post-apocalyptic vision where the inhabitants of the earth are learning to return to that earth for their survival. And this is perhaps a good starting point for thinking about Alison Auldjo’s latest collection of work.
Dark, muted canvases are now populated by ethereal animals and figures – recognisably of this world but also very much part of another. At no point are we certain whether it’s dream or nightmare we’re witnessing, whether hunter or hunted.
That the images are shot through with fragility is clear, but they’re also savage and unsettling – from a different time and place. A place like the one in Muir’s poem perhaps, scrubbed clean by some unseen event and ready to start again.
Making your way through this strange new land, you might not be surprised to see these images looming out from some long-forgotten cave wall, but whether they were painted there as invitation or warning, you can never know – and that is why they will haunt you.
Sarah Jane Robinson, Freelance Writer
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