Pippa El-Kadhi Brown

A bathtub overflows, spilling a pool of iridescent, technicolour bubbles across a wobbly checkerboard floor. More bubbles rise up and burst into sparkles, as, all the while, a rubber duck bobs in the swirling bathwater. Is that a cheeky smile playing around the corners of its cartoonish beak? Or am I just imagining things? Looking at Pippa El-Kadhi Brown’s work feels like hallucinating. Her paintings are a shimmering dream, a fading memory, a trip and a trick. All is not as it seems. Inanimate objects appear imbued with life –...