For the third show in its programme, Fold Gallery is proud to present; âLove at the Lido' a solo show by Kate Lyddon. Born in Brighton in 1979 now living and working in Hackney, Lyddon studied her BA in Fine Art at Canterbury Christ Church University College, graduating in 2001. In 2003 she was invited to study as a guest student at the Royal University College of Fine Arts in Stockholm. She completed her MA in Fine Art at Chelsea College of Art and Design in 2006.
Lyddon has been in several group shows in London including most recently âBesame Mucho Mas' at the Reception Space in 2008 and âGrotto' at Studio 1.1 in 2007. She was also short-listed for the Marmite Painting prize at the Residence Gallery in 2006. The majority of her Solo shows have taken place in Europe, the last one was with Galleri Anders Lundmark, Stockholm, in 2007
There is a strong autobiographical element to Lyddon's work. The viewer is presented - through her naà ¯ve style - with snapshots of scenes taken mainly from motifs and experiences of the everyday. It is the 'everyday' nature of Lyddon's work which invites us in - and then our relationship with the snapshots becomes less passive: we are encompassed by scenes that reflect our own experiences. Once in, we are set off-kilter - disturbed by the twisted faces, disjointed cut-up backgrounds and the Baconesque quality to the perspective. Reflected onto the viewer, through Lyddon's constructions, is an everyday they may easily find themselves inhabiting.
âPiles of unfinished papers sit beside me alongside a half started collage of a hairdressing salon. I want to smash it over my own head. I have the whole day to work and that makes me nervous. I imagine if I had nothing at all to show those people at the gallery. What would happen then? I don't like that idea so I stick together some kind of a paper person consisting of arms, legs and hair with glue and pencil marks. Then I'll wonder what the fuck he's doing. Then I'll think, he could be waiting to get a haircut, so I'll draw someone else washing his hair. What are these people thinking about? What's going on their little paper brains? And I write on his body with the pencil what he might be thinking and then write on her what she might be thinking. That gets me to thinking what I was thinking about yesterday, and somehow (grudgingly) I realize I've got involved in the story, I desperately want to make sense of it, and so I really want to finish this work.'