Crocodile Carpet, Iron Cloth, Pink Toads
Ciment fondue. Iron filings
8' x 4'
The crocodile glides through the dark water creating a bow
wave. The surge of water ripples outwards becoming the ruckles
of an exotic carpet patterned with motif of a Persian garden.
The piece looks both outward and inward drawing together
a number of disparate elements and events, it weaves our
seemingly insatiable need to plunder and possess with the
thrill of spine-chilling fear induced by the midnight horror
movie and a childhood fascination for gruesome fairy tales
and monsters under the bed.
The very words Persian carpet conjure up an image of opulence
and luxury; the elegant and the exotic. The Crocodile Carpet
is drawn from the image of a Persian garden, coveted and
collected, the booty of the explorer. In the East a garden
is a place where there is water, therefore by association
the carpet becomes a pool of water. The surface is disturbed
by the progress of a crocodile, an awesome primeval eating
machine. Both feared and desired, the crocodile epitomizes
the archetypal beast and the ultimate accessory.
Each pink toad waits under an individual drape. This work
builds on previous pieces that use cloth to reveal and conceal.
The pink toads aim to seduce and to repel, they are veiled
but not hidden, almost edible, poignantly still but not
dead, poised and poisonous. The cloth veils them, mucus
smooth and synthetically sickly sweet. The flesh pink reveals
them to be naked, reassuringly familiar yet disquietingly