The objects Toba Khedoori paints are the familiar structures of urban life: walls, staircases, doorways, paths. But they are rendered strange and unsettling by Khedoori's technique of isolating the images within vast blank spaces of paper; the objects seem to float, untethered from their usual places and roles.
Their scale, too, is disturbing, sometimes overwhelming; we find ourselves dwarfed by the images, immersed within them. Khedoori's pictures appear to depict a world lacking any human element, but if we look closely we find poignant traces of the human embedded in their surfaces.
[LESS]The objects Toba Khedoori paints are the familiar structures of urban life: walls, staircases, doorways, paths. But they are rendered strange and unsettling by Khedoori's technique of isolating the images within vast blank spaces of paper; the objects seem to float, untethered from their usual places and roles.
Their scale, too, is disturbing, sometimes overwhelming; we find ourselves dwarfed by the images, immersed within them. Khedoori's pictures appear to depict a world lacking any human element, but if we look closely we find poignant traces of the human embedded in their surfaces.
