The gallery will be dominated by a street hoarding sized collage with a secret door, pass through this into the underworld where Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d'Avignon are reanimated in a decrepit luxury studio apartment in Hackney.
An imaginary conversation in a curry house in Whitechapel with Ed Lehan and Angharad Williams…
“Can you understand? Can you tell me do I have a clue? I don't know what the fuck is going on.. I don't wanna do… You think, you know what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yeah that kind of feeling… the work can seem direct, yet confusing, you know, you don't know what you are looking at”
“Fucking siq… Like being hit in the face by something but you don't know what by.”
“Yeah… And essentially it's about readability of the images and therefore what the images are of... “Errrrr... Just errrr, or Derrr... but always with LOLZ"
“ Ha ha ha… yes”
“That’s why I like using explicit armature porn images from the internet”
“Sid likes gaping, it’s very unruly”
“Ha ha ha, deep… Deep holes, ha ha ha…”
“But not because it's revealing and explicit and therefore what people think of that…”
“Well anti human as a Brazilian curator once said”
“… But, no that’s bollocks, because I see these portrayals as the closest betrayal of what it is to be human, like actors on the stage of their own psychopathology".
“Yeah, mental wanders wondering about inside themselves…”
“Yes, so these scenes are in effect images of people engaged in willing madness and displaying primal concerns dressed up as modern exchanges of libidinal capital and the fallout of these transactions linger on in dimensionless desires”
“Weird… But cool”
“Or just shit…”
“Ha ha ha…”