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Ionut Radulescu

All three print editions back in stock! Ionut's typographic pieces exclusively available from Print Club London
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Dave Buonaguidi

Dave Buonaguidi has now re-editioned his sold out 'BE BIG' in a new size and printed with a more luxurious gold!
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Charlotte Farmer

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Rachel Stevenson

In my work I try to capture the impossible the swirling mist of a dreamers mind, as artists we are day dreamers and our business is capturing the impossible, holding on to it and showing it to the world.

But even as we think we have a firm grip, the dream shifts and changes due to each new experience. So as we prepare to project our perfect day dream on to a canvas or thought clay it will take a mighty shift as we then influence and distort our ideal with our clumsy mark making, lets say the idea is represented by a wet oil painting each time we have a new experience we smear our hands from one corner of the canvas to the other distorting our perfect image but seeing new images within the distortion that excite us as before so by the time the painting or sculpture is complete it is nothing like our original image, I believe this is why artist visit the same themes over and over as it is almost impossible to capture our own absorbing and beguiling thoughts, it’s like trying to catch mist with a net, this is what keeps me up through the night leaping through the swirling fog of my unconscious mind with a net and a bucket, determined to return home with the impossible silence of these part imagined part remembered places.