‘We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows…’
Martin Ridgwell’s work encompasses a broad variety of media: etching, monotypes, drawings, paper cut-outs and his extraordinarily haunting shadow boxes. But what unites his output is his power and precision as a storyteller.
To encounter Ridgwell’s work is to meet a whole library of tales from many periods and pasts- some sad, some funny, some disarming- many hinting at darkness under the nursery stairs.
Here, young men dressed in 1940s pyjamas play out ritualistic games in a crumbling, faded Mansion; an Edwardian girl strolls elegantly through the woods with a vicious wolf as her companion.
Ridgwell’s unique world is as entrancing as a fairy story, as threatening as a nightmare.