Review: FRANCIS UPRITCHARD:ECHO
In ‘Echo’, Upritchard generates dialectic between the weighty archetypes of a premodern, medieveo-biblical tradition and the cheap colour of contemporary culture. Modelled in lurid purples, yellows, pinks, and greens, The Martyr, The Holyman, The Misanthrope, The Jester, and The Fool exaggeratedly stagger across cabinets and tabletops. They are miniature and anaemic, mean and haggard, lonely and comical.
These icons, it seems, have, today, lost their claim to authenticity or universality, their solemnity dressed down, mocked and damaged via collision with our psychedelic, postmodern idioms. The fundamental incompatibility of our world with the archetypes of old, Upritchard powerfully argues, demands the creation of an entirely new set – a fresh folk-vocabulary of meaning for the present. The Morris dancer will not survive the rave.
[Review by Thomas Keane]
| Review Date | 19 Sep 2011 11:26 |
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