Gallery > UNKNOWN

Jonna
Oil on Linen
40 x 35 cm
2014
Emma
Oil on Linen
36 x 41 cm
2010
Nest I
Oil on Linen
65 x 60cm
2015
Nest II
Oil on Linen
65 x 60cm
2015
Chevelure Series
Oil on Linen
70 x 45 cm
2010
Front I
Oil on Linen
65 x 60cm
2015
Front II
Oil on Linen
65 x 60cm
2015
Knot
Oil on Linen
77 x 77 cm
2015
4 WOMEN SERIES
Oil on Linen
41 x 41 cm
2010
Dressing Room
Oil on Linen
90 x 80 cm
2015
Four Puppets
Oil on Panel
10 x 10 cm
2010

In Unknown Women, Roxana Halls' third solo exhibition for Hayhill Gallery, the identities of the artist's subjects, as the title suggests, forever elude us.

We find ourselves irresistibly drawn to Halls' Unknown Women, yet they perpetually refuse our gaze. We cannot help but wish to turn the women round to see their faces, to lift the plate or unpin the paper which covers them, and yet they evade our curiosity, offering to disclose only a glimpse.

Just as the unidentified subject of Baudelaire's poem La Chevelure, a hymn to a beautiful head of hair, inspires the lover to 'sow rubies, pearls and sapphires' into the 'ebony sea' of her 'strong tresses', Halls, in her Backs series, adorns her women with bewitching clues as to their identity, or of what they may be in the process of passing through.

A suggestion of metamorphosis is made all the more explicit in Nest I & II in which the hair envelopes each female's head as if to form a cocoon. The vivid beauty of the garments, their fabric alive with butterflies and birds contrasts with the obscured faces of these enigmatic women.

Totemic in their apparent simplicity, their protagonists seemingly poised in a state of liminality, these images engender a sense of the uncanny and are charged with possibility. Enticing yet at times perhaps troubling, Halls' Unknown Women leave us with our longing intact, insisting that the viewer will always be left in an exquisite state of unknowing.

“The quiet mystery of a head which will never turn, intimate yet remote, the face forever unseen, is a subject I have found myself drawn to investigate repeatedly.
My figures may seem frozen in a place of stasis and reflection, in the eye of the storm, attempting to reconfigure themselves & perhaps on the cusp of transformation, but they are always on the verge of some private evolution”.

Hayhill Gallery