JAY CLOTH and KATE LYDDON

‘Schadenfreude’

4 – 27 October

  

Well at least there’s a bit of Freude in there somewhere, even if it’s
not entirely yours… all very Neue Sachlichkeit I must say. Heimito
von Doderer in his huge novel ”The Demons’ chronicles (as with
hindsight was so modish) the disintegration of Austrian society post
World War One. Jay Cloth and Kate Lyddon similarly dissect the small
self-important world-weariness of London as it staves off cyclical
collapse.

(and a World War later)

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,

(from ‘The Love Song of Alfred J Prufrock’ T.S. Eliot)

And otherwise… Faces and visions collide in forms that Eliot could
well recognise, if it’s the mask-become-face of Jay Cloth’s exquisite
collages – you think this is grotesque? rip off the mask and something
truly horrible lies underneath – or the squat deformities of Kate
Lyddon’s figures, painted, drawn or modelled: today’s morally
ambiguous metamorphoses, anatomies of beauty become cruelty, link back
through a whole century that changed nothing. learned nothing, forgot
everything. Showing us what we simultaneously relish while wishing
we’d never seen it, the two artists play with meaning in just the way
a cat plays with a mouse.