Combining the personas of a worldly-wise raconteur with that of an ever so slightly neurotic host, Victor Mount welcomes visitors into the inner sanctum of his ficto-reality, where the quest for truth, conviviality and problem solving are a lost cause.

Combining the personas of a worldly-wise raconteur with that of an ever so slightly neurotic host, Victor Mount welcomes visitors into the inner sanctum of his ficto-reality, where the quest for truth, conviviality and problem solving are a lost cause.

Mounts art comes in many forms: sculpture, performance, videos, manuals, paintings and songwriting. These are all based on a logic of irrationality outside of the aesthetic considerations of good or bad. That a high aesthetic quality stamps all that he touches is not of intention but of a high degree
of sensibility. The apparent material frugality of his oeuvre proffers much in the way of experimental wisdom. Wisdom based not so much on theory but more so on a forlorn optimism.

As Judith Dean has observed:

Time is both compressed and expanded, blurred. Reference is made to a wide range of different eras, from industrialisation to the present day, whilst there are very few specific dates; themes and subjects repeat and mutate through the exhibition, including bands, gigs, events food, drink and art works.

A visit to the highly informative ding dong twist club (dingdongtwist.org.uk), provides all there is to know about amateur surgery, post-modern prose rubbish, artists cocktails, web sympathy cards and Jill Dando. Yet amongst this make-it-up-as-you-go-along philosophy lurks something altogether more profoundly upsetting.

An illustrated brochure with an essay by Judith Dean accompanies the exhibition.