I was born in London, England on October 26 1958, the youngest of four and much to my parent’s surprise, I was born a dog. And so begins Ray Caesar’s description of himself. A created self. Which is reflected in his surreal work. Immersed in a fantasy period of English life. (Georgian?) His work is beautifully realized. (I read ‘realized’ in a review one time and thought is was especially annoying.) Many of the characters in his paintings are youthful. I mean by that – children. Put into adult like situations. It has a creep factor. Something like Alice in Wonderland.
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