Bulging from a skeletal cave, dreary eyes peer at you. A
group of raw boned girls fawn together, each in a colored shift dress resting
on their ashen bones…
“These are my dreams.” ~Rachel King
Few can remember their dreams. And of those who do, few can
etch with such penetrating detail the visions that cross their mind at night.
Rachel King is one of those very few and welcomes you to ‘Phantasms.’
Macabre damsels haunted the red walls at Brunswick StreetGallery with a subversive creepiness that spoke of the corpse and beauty. As though
in a dream waltz, I was pulled further into the little red room by the Twiggy
smiles and svelte frames that were as innocently girlish as they were ghoulish.
The drawings peered out from a world all their own, captured and framed with
wasted smiles that held a longing to escape…
Dreams of dystopian beauties might cloud the character of
some, but Rachel King mirrored nothing of the sullen faces from her drawings. Rather, she was fun and blushing at the joy of
showcasing her work in her first solo exhibition.
It is a collection of work
that is commendable with all the minute symmetrical lines and the hair-rising feeling
it releases. Like a good actress, I suppose Ms. King can evoke a mood with her
drawings, while maintaining her own separate sense of self.
She was by far my favorite artist of the joint show at Brunswick Street Gallery and I urge others to
experience her work themselves, which will be on view until the 12th of
April.
Sweet Dreams…
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