I didn't have time yesterday to visit the Nicola Hicks exhibition in Chelsea. I only got to look through the gallery door, but I swore to myself I'd be back again today. And so it was. The gallery is dimly lit, the figures sharp in monochrome. And the presence of their shadows - like pools of dark energy - is as potent as their physical forms. Familiars. Shape-shifters, the figures stand in a world before animal & human were split apart. How facile such distinction. They belong to the first stories. Not the safe ones, but the ones that only a child is fresh enough to know as true.
Here are the beasts. Here they come padding back again.
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