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Temporary Fiction
3rd October - 2nd November 2003

The Cardboard Pleasuredrome of Infinite Possibilities

In the week that uber art collector Mr C slagged off "antiseptic gallery spaces"  where the work "floats in pristine arctic isolation"1 Transition hosts Temporary Fiction where six artists have definitely messed up the white cube aesthetic very nicely thank you. 
The walls of the gallery have been completely covered in brown cardboard box remnants which have been cut up and into sometimes with cute little stars  sometimes with macho slashes. It's like being back in primary school in the arts class.  Nothing remains of the white walls. A entire universe of possibilities remains.  Here and there are discs of coloured felt reminisences of the pure joy of cutting and sticking.  There is a hospitality at play here firstly between the six artists - no one is deemed as more significant than the other - as if by some archaic art by committee decision all decided to help each other and make a story - a universe - a vibe rather than saying look at me look at me. Each is a part of the whole, each reflects the other, from Danny Rolph's large scale coloured Makrolon plastic paintings,  a cross between abstract expressionism and Changing Rooms, to David Burrow's large photo of exuberantly coloured explosions looking like the left overs from a five year old's party a space of infinite possibilities becomes apparent.  Elswhere there are playful touches such as Peter Lamb's funny cardboard bunny face tacked over the portrait of Goya's Duke of Wellington, hovering between "nostalgia, homage and defacement".  Elsewhere we have shiny metallic cut outs of Princess Di in silhouette  which would not look out of place in Claire's accessories. This is work not made from the  dry as an old stick aesthetic currently stalking dry as an old stick institutions and galleries - this is arsey, freindly ricky-ticky irrelevant work which invites rather than excludes.
1: Charles Saatchi quoted in Time Out, Oct 1-8 2003

Alex Michon