Under Bodice 1935 - 1942

Andrew Topolosky’s ‘Under Bodice’ seems to be an exercise in capturing delicate, intimate details. It reminds me of looking closely at something that maybe you shouldn't be. Topolosky’s muted palette and gentle touch give the work a fragile, almost ghostly quality. The way the lace is rendered, it's as if he’s tracing the memory of a texture, rather than the thing itself. Those pale stains, or shadows, on the fabric suggest wear, secrets, traces of a life lived. That fine line of grey piping really holds the composition together and stops the image from dissolving. It's like a visual stitch. It's tempting to think of Morandi and his still lifes when you look at Topolosky. Both artists share a quiet curiosity for the everyday, and an ability to make humble objects resonate with meaning. Art lets us see the world anew, doesn't it?