The notion of wandering is aptly foregrounded throughout Wanda’s, Nana Wolke’s first solo exhibition with Nicoletti. Large linen surfaces, roughened with sand and artificial colours, jostle frenetic painterly moments alongside spaces of calm serenity - like intermittent distorted static from a broken PA System. Wolke’s paintings have a disquieting liminal aspect, as if each image continues beyond the frame; you can hear the subjects’ continuing conversations, the vehicles pulling away, time drifting. As you walk past each work, you are often turning back to check the staging hasn’t altered, that the curtain hasn’t closed.
Wanda's - Nana Wolke @ Nicoletti
Wanda's - Nana Wolke @ Nicoletti
Wanda's - Nana Wolke @ Nicoletti
The notion of wandering is aptly foregrounded throughout Wanda’s, Nana Wolke’s first solo exhibition with Nicoletti. Large linen surfaces, roughened with sand and artificial colours, jostle frenetic painterly moments alongside spaces of calm serenity - like intermittent distorted static from a broken PA System. Wolke’s paintings have a disquieting liminal aspect, as if each image continues beyond the frame; you can hear the subjects’ continuing conversations, the vehicles pulling away, time drifting. As you walk past each work, you are often turning back to check the staging hasn’t altered, that the curtain hasn’t closed.