The Romanian artist Ciprian Muresan uses books as a resource, sketching a copy of every image in a particular book on to one sheet of paper. His source material comprises seemingly image-laden artists monographs or studies.
The resulting works are rich, densely layered images full of small details and intrigues, where myriad small scenes vie for attention.
There is a light-hearted feel about the work in its irreverence to the subject matter and the over-copying makes it unpretentious.
The more one looks at the images, the more one can’t help think about the books themselves; the source material. They evoke a time, not long distant, where it seemed possible to define the limits of an artist’s achievement, to definitively catalogue and represent their total work.
But interestingly, those tomes themselves aged so quickly, their colours fading, their pages yellowing and their collections becoming less comprehensive as new artworks are uncovered or reidentified.
In the centre of the space a waste paper bin is filled with one shredded work. The object, sculptural like Carol Bove’s, reminds us that what we are seeing is ephemeral; those sketches, like their source material, are transitory and are just as subject to age and whim.