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Kevin Low’s
world is one of hunters and poets. It’s a place
of creaking empires where shepherdesses’ watch
and wait for someone the viewer understands will
never return.
Using
primarily 19th century ceramics as his source
material, he manipulates the work with vast
changes in scale, flooding his work with colour.
His
characters are all in some way part of an epic,
each one inexplicably connected with the other.
Perhaps this is through marriage, love, or lust.
The only clue we have is in their titles, faint
hints at love, loss and lust. What results from
this strange archaeology, is a queer
resurrection: a celebration of a rich gaudy past
that never existed.
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