A stark tree form, denuded of leaves stands dramatically silhouetted against a deep orange sky, flared by the light of two setting suns. The tree’s upper branches are scumbled with the pattern of hoare frost and there is an aura of altered time. In front, large, abstracted bone-toned objects splinter, curving aggressively and pierced by long spiked thorns.

For Trojanowski, the forest is a place of complex and contradictory majesty, where one can escape the urban pressures to reclaim a sense of deep enchantment. His work has an eerily psychedelic nature, bleached and mottled and intoxicated, made strange and intensified by the mind’s third eye. With angular twists of bare and knotted branches captured in feverish swirls of colour and form, we are faced with both ecological collapse and the magical reality of a more-than-human world.

Painted in oils on canvas, Trojanowski’s use of fiery sharp colour, angled form and horned convoluted shapes nod a resemblance to Graham Sutherland to create a desolate landscape that is breaking and stark.