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A geometryof freedom







                        Alexandra Haynes’ paintings speak of journeys. The organic, spiralling shells; the succulent
                        cacti; the brightly coloured, tropical f owers, seaweed, f sh and butterf ies are all souvenirs
                        of her travels: sometimes to places as far af eld as Barbados or the Kimberley in Western
                        Australia, other times just along the coast to Cornwall. But it is her body of work as a whole
                        that represents the greatest journey–a journey of self-discovery and of f nding, developing
                        and learning to enunciate her own pictorial language.


                        Haynes had a meteoric rise to success when, at the age of twenty-one, she was ‘spotted’
                        by Brian Sewell during her mid-term exhibition at Cheltenham School of Art in 1987 and
                        selected as one of ten young painters for the summer show of students and graduates
                        promoted annually by You Magazine and The Mail on Sunday. As a direct result of this,
                        she was asked to accompany restaurateur Peter Langan to Los Angeles to produce a series
                        of canvases for his intended–but sadly never to be opened–restaurant there. Cheltenham
                        were reluctant to let her go before having completed her degree, but Haynes, enthusiastic
                        about this f rst prospect of transatlantic travel, was determined, and her adamancy paid
                        dividends when she was introduced to and befriended by David Hockney.


                        In the ensuing years, Haynes exhibited prolif cally and the work she was producing was
                        certainly good–very good–but, looking back, she realises she has moved on, engaging more
                        closely with specif c elements, which capture her attention. With hindsight, she explains that
                        everything happened too quickly, when she was too young, and she became a pawn for the
                        West End gallerists, producing what they wanted–what would sell–without its being a true
                        expression of the direction in which her heart and soul were taking her. The solo exhibitions
                        petered out after she got married in 1991 and had her f rst child a year later, but the group
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