Unsurprisingly, given the prevalence of small objects in my own work, the idea of the miniature has always fascinated me. It’s easy to fall into kitsch with it though, something that Thomas Doyle manages to avoid. Instead, his tiny worlds capture and reveal intense moments of strangeness in which we’re the ultimate voyeur.
Sometimes it’s pretty clear what’s going on, as in this piece:
But in others, the narrative is far less obvious, leading to an art that speaks of fracture and dislocation.
His work makes me think about that moment in a dream when the unnerving quality of an almost normal situation suddenly overwhelms you and you start to slip inexorably into a nightmare.