Mary Melvin Geoghegan After Hirst’s Ordinance (2018) Perhaps, in a manic impulse – the artist caught the butterfly wings with colours never mixed on a palate. He assembled those hypnotic rings. Iridescent, at the centre of each orbit all the intricacies of the universe concentrated in a solitary yellow butterfly. Almost, as a cosmic mandala in a staggering expression of light. Fresh from the atlas of waiting to be celebrated beyond all prejudice just awe –
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