J Ballard collects strange facts, faces, scraps, rumours and objects, which return in the work altered. One suspects they had travelled through a medium.
Glow. Dust. Whisper. Drawings possess the peculiar authority of things that have appeared. Composition wouldn’t quite convey it. A figure enters. A world materialises. Something ridiculous becomes frightening; something abject becomes tender.
Through the labyrinths of Soho, night-Neukölln, forests, esoteric books, through East End dark stories, among animals, criminals, rubbish, rumours and the strange residue of bohemian life, JB retains access to an odd pictorial underground.
There’s a mission here. The work looks simultaneously ancient and instantaneous. Populated by unstable creatures, small constructions in which rubbish suddenly acquires occult importance, it is largely hidden, sending ripples and a rigour through the surface.
It is evidence of contact.
Opening
11 September 2026
6-9 pm
On view
11 September – 7 October 2026
