Looking across to the back wall from the little return on which hung a large matte lime or acid green wooden construction of a good thickness. This work in the foreground is about 7.5cm deep and is thickly coated with the dripped remainders of dozens of layers of sometimes clashingly contrasted colour, some of which subtly changes in hue as you move, others are dead and matte. The pattern of criss-crossed brush-strokes just about matches the imitation textile textures of the gallery walls. I think of the implied violence of the sides as demonstrating the price paid for the surface it adjoins, they are a kind of artificial irrationality, a mixture of unplanned and planned "accidents" that end up demonstrating the history of the surface, meaning the frontal surface.
