After Nyne Gallery
Solo Show September 5-24, 2019.

Catalogue forward by Claire Meadows.

“The darker the shadow, the brighter the light.” ― Mike Skinner, The Story of The Streets

It’s most appropriate, I think, to perceive Zandra Stratford as a seeker, and also as a finder. She is fearless in her pursuit of a truth beyond the world as you or I would see it. And will not stop until she finds it. 

It is also appropriate to think of her as an alchemist…distilling this truth down onto her canvas, magically seeming to capture the essences of both stillness, and a frantic pace of movement in one space. 

She occupies a space, in my mind at least, as being one of the most exciting international contemporary artists. Whenever I summon her work to my mind, a smile passes my lips, because I know I’ll never be bored by the fruits of her labours. I’ll always find something to see. 

Beyond being beautiful to the eye, Zandra’s works transcend a singular vision to become a universal marker, and distilled essence, of form and reason. 

There’s also a humour there and, knowing her as I do, I can see it manifesting itself in just how fun her works are. 

I’m a big fan, and hope that this exhibition opens your eyes to her world. It’s a great place to be.

Claire Meadows
Editor & Founder
View Zine UK



Stratford’s new body of work, Neon Migraine, is a testament to adolescent onset urbanism. For those who grow up outside a small handful of major cities, we were each given our own New York, our own Los Angeles, our own London - a collage of music videos and adverts and film clips, complete with narratives and emotional relationships with landmarks. The pieces are reminiscent of the blur of a speeding tube or subway train you didn’t catch, hurtling past your out-of-the-loop emergence from childhood, accompanied by a chorus of impossibly saturated, newly mass-produced dayglo pigments. 

In the worst moments of the Cold War (we were even given our own Berlins to consume) Bowie defied the fallout-shelter-pessimism of the era with Let’s Dance and its embrace of an analog-glitched saxophone nostalgia, post-modernism, and Memphis leopard-prints. Stratford plays with that moment and brings its tensions and lines of inquiry into the present.

Her earlier work was rooted firmly in a sense of space: interstitial zones of human passage, where advertising is stacked and obscured and abraded and revealed, the scuff of traffic and the tactile nature of “where” unpacked and explored in detail. With Migraine, she takes a similar approach to the notion of time – still irrefutably urban, with visible architectural skylines, but rooted in a moment as commercial and playful as a double handful of Swatch watches circa 1986.


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