At Lyndsey Ingram in Central London, monumental botanical paintings hovering between figuration and abstraction fill two rooms. Humid, tropical, and vast, they evoke the skies and plains of Africa. Petals and leaves swell into luminous, sculptural forms as washes of plant-based inks stain and bleed across the canvas, creating a tension between beauty and unease, order and entropy, vitality and decay. Pigments run, edges dissolve in osmosis, and parts of the canvas remain raw and unworked, where delicate traces of pencil and charcoal linger on the surface.
