The success of Sudipo’s block colour and found image collages relies on hardly anyone looking at them closely. The shimmering reflections from their crumpled aluminium foil backgrounds dazzle the dimly lit gallery. The effect is seductive, certainly, even within the white cube’s commercial austerity.
But look, and it’s all on the surface. Sheets of translucent filters barely conceal borrowed, if not stolen motives. Each layer contributes even less to the history Sudipo is building than last year’s memes.
The dealer, the gallery cleaner, maybe even the artist had a chance to intervene in these objects in bright light. That they did not is, indeed, ominous.
