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Wonderkind 3
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Wonderkind 3 presents the angel’s final evolution. It turns to the right and appears ready to depart from its plinth. It seems to be breaking from the chrysalis of its own clothing and adornment. It forces off its shawl of fur and even its blonde bob appears to have been a wig. We see a fleshy back and bra emerge as a new truth. Its wings are in chaos, almost tearing away from the figure and combining with the black bars of the sky. This time the angel neither ignores nor presents to us but is seemingly becoming us. Its final gesture remains as ambiguous and ineffable as its first.
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Wonderkind 2

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In Wonderkind 2 the angel is facing us but it remains faceless. It’s blonde fringe covering its features protecting us from its gaze. It is listening; its head is attentive, its hair is raised over its ears. What are we asking? Would it or could it respond? Perhaps it is listening for the sound of its audience’s own awe. Black bars cross the sky. It presents itself as totemic and stylized, wrapped in curls, fur and crumpled fabric it is almost cocooned. It stands self contained, its wings fully stretched and fanned. Like a peacock It has become an emblem of display perched on its plinth.

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Wonderkind 1
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Wonderkind 1 takes its cues from Hellenistic sculpture, contemporary fashion advertising and the chimeras and hybrids of world mythology. It’s an angel of course; an expression of the divine, but it is not necessarily benevolent. It is a harbinger of some undisclosed certainty, good or bad. Its back to us, and its face buried in dark curls, it is vastly indifferent to our presence, pre-occupied and self contained. It is both winged for flight and grounded in place on its marble plinth. Beyond it we see a fragment of a view, a vacant plain of indeterminate features, perhaps our world, perhaps another, or somewhere in-between.

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‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’

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‘All right,’ said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

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excerpts from

http://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/c/carroll/lewis/alice/chapter6.html

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Deer Hunter with Knitted Peep
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Spectre with Band March Boot

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Shoes by Kitty Croquet

http://www.kittycroquet.com/

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Paintings by Chris Worfold

Acrylic on paper mounted on Skatedeck

$250 (AUS) each

chrisandnikki@worfold.com

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