by Nathalie Azoulai
Daniel Gordon likes to photograph things that wouldn't exist.
By way of explanation, he relates a story of seeing a woman step on a pile of baby birds, though it turned out to have been a heap of shredded cardboard. The feeling he tries to convey in his work is the one felt in such a moment, when things suddenly turn out to be not what you’d thought they were. Indeed none of his cubist bodies could stand in reality though something about them look so familiar. Like those apples and pears so much like Cezanne's or this overhairy reinterpretation of The Origin of the World by Courbet. His work is both bold and moving, funny and solemn, mundane and deeply extraordinary. All made of collages but absolutely consistant.