Saddo has done something remarkable. He has not only produced a cryptic and unsettling vision in RIDE, he has (in our opinion) indirectly referenced El Topo, that cult film/assault on rational thought that so many cineastes hold dear. This colorful disorganization of the familiar here is like a circus scene from some livelier circle of the inferno. A masked child-man reins in an anthropomorphic beast; the latter evincing an emotion of either pained resignation or subdued anger. The cascade of riotous colors almost prompt the eye to seek relief in the diminutive structure found center-right. Is that "home"? Is it a slaughterhouse with fetid and rank odors ascending to the sky like black incense? If the sleep of reason breeds monsters, Saddo's slumber has inspired a dark chimera or two in this canvas.
Original artwork available
50x50 cm: Acrylics, ink liners, paint markers on wood.