There’s a tenderness in Errol Theunissen’s work that’s hard to describe but instantly felt. We see the figures, curled under blankets, stretched across blue sofas, and feel the atmosphere they’re held in. The texture of the paint mirrors the texture of the moment, the soft fur of the dog, the shared warmth between them. The work is embodied.The pleasure in these works is quiet and physical. Crisps. Cartoons. A dog pressed against your ribs. The kind of domestic safety that builds slowly, day after day, until it becomes a world. The emotional density of being safe, unguarded, home - where the body is supported, and nothing has to be said.
