Plainly in view but physically inaccessible, Peter Doig half obliterates The Architect's Home in the Ravine with an underbrush as dense as a half-finished Pollock and the scene becomes foreboding.
A mirrored image of a lake at night, White Canoe is a wishful infeasibility where the reflection is more detailed than the landscape itself. The boat is aberrantly glowing.
Cakebed
When Flowers Bloom The contemporary snowboarders seem oddly out of place in the Renoir-dappled sky and Derain-speckled drifts. But it’s the way Doig masters this illusionary effect of the paint that creates a convincing, almost tangible fourth dimension