“Images from dreams hover at the side of consciousness or ride before us as we field the relentless visual triggers of everyday life. Likewise the images we have taken in by day, in the street, in pictures or films, insist and reactivate themselves beyond our waking consciousness. The border is porous and we cannot build a resistant wall. Instead there is a continuous plunder; a shape-shifting and rearranging, eluding our designs.” Liza Dimbleby on Andrew Cranston.
I made this image straight after leaving an exhibition of Cranston’s paintings. A painter whose works exists in that liminal space, that porous border, between our conscious world and the unconscious one. A space where things arrange themselves in a way which creates a feeling of the unheimlich.