I could get a lot of uncomplicated pleasure just looking at this one image:
But I think there’s more to Valerie Hegarty’s work than just the welcome, sadistic satisfaction of seeing bad things find Rothko.
They’re beautiful in their own right and tense with an appealing antagonism. And I love how that last image, in the context of the other work, neatly suggests two contradictory thoughts: tracing a visual similarity between the growth of roots and the destruction of tattered remains, and placing conventional art as itself the destruction of something prior.
See more at Guild & Greyshkul and The Saatchi Gallery.
(via Coudal)