![]() ![]() Bodies immerse themselves in colourful steaminess. ![]() Toes reach towards one another in a pool, hungrily. Let’s face it: these paintings are also sexy. If the dogs in Tohuwabohu remind you of Bruegel’s The Hunters in the Snow, these dogs are its modern translation: they haven’t come back tired from the hunt, but play around as joyful pets. This is the space Haake’s paintings occupy, they’re poetic, not epic. Sometimes, there’s more to the everyday than repetition. Human life is the narrative substance of these paintings, but the protagonists are often spatially peripheral: the shower curtain in Honey Lotion takes up most of the canvas and the football in Header almost hides the player’s face-his eyes are closed, reverently, almost praying. Perhaps those spaces in between us are where we find each other. Haake’s paintings contemplate moments: colour and form take centre stage, with human interaction creeping in from the margins. They can be affectionate, endearing, even a bit sly-they show what you think you knew but with a new flavour. Henri Haake’s paintings are light and radiant, drawing you into the present. What’s in a moment? If anything, in front of you is a tiger rug the tiger sticks out his tongue-you notice a toe, a knee? Maybe it took you a second to realise what the hell is going on. ![]()
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