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![]() MUSHROOM GOTHIC The drawings of Michael Duffey. A reoccurring, indeed obsessive feature of my work is the use of the mushroom, particularly its dark underside. I use the black corolla of mushroom gills as a personal signature and linear graphic device. Springing up briefly after a shower of rain, the mushroom is my signifier for decay and the transience of life and the life cycle. It stands in, (in vegetable form) for the scull and crossbones hovering over us all. To this end I bend and shape it, experimenting as I draw, planting, in the heart of my drawings, a memento mori. In some drawings taking on the characteristics of a pathogen, it balloons, mutates, asphyxiates or insinuates itself into places where it shouldnt be. I like my line to be organic, hypnotic, perhaps even phobic.
As a self taught artist, I have developed a method of free-flowing composition,
a process akin to meditation, to relax and wind down into. I prefer
to draw alone, getting completely absorbed in the process. Drawings
are plenty and frequent, untitled, and mostly freeform, sometimes referring
to specific people or events. Ideas are pulled from all directions.
Reoccurring themes include suffering in nature. (Drawing
H speaks of the industrialised treatment of cattle) This perhaps
takes a more poetic turn in drawing Q where A walking forest
with all the creatures in it asks a tree where is the best place
to settle? Although my work has been described as somehow Gothic, my reference point is not art in relation to art movements and art history, but the surfacing, channelling and fashioning of a singular inner vision.
October 2007 |
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My name is Michael Derek Duffey. Born in Singapore in the late 1950s, I left school at 15 after a turbulent army family childhood in Singapore, Yemen, and Germany. As a child I experienced widely different cultures, as well as some of the sharper realities of living in a war zone. Memories
of Yemen (then known as Aden) included strange animals and sights, such
as a giant manta ray flying out just above the sea, a fierce baboon
kept on a long chain, and hundreds of cats, eyes glowing, wailing at
night and living in spiny shrub land near the flats. I also observed
the life of nomads living in a huge tent-like construction made of oil
drums. The flats where we lived were once caught in the middle of a
skirmish resulting in clouds of black smoke and upturned vehicles. Back
in England, after a stint at naval school on the Arethusa training ship,
I took on an itinerant existence, living up and down the country, working
through a string of dead end jobs. In a life characterised by physical
graft, I have been a soldier, a foundry worker, a metal fabricator,
amongst countless other things, and I now work as a school caretaker. Contact: |