To accompany the exhibition Tourist Smoking Room, Transition Gallery, London.

Pachyderm | 2012 | Acrylic on canvas | 40.5x46cm

There is no greater love amongst elephants than the maternal kind. The female elephant gently guides and protects its young, touching it with trunk and legs: something so big caring for something so small. David Webb’s mother made him a toy elephant when he was a boy. The beloved maternal gift, or the blobby grey memory of it, informs Webb’s painting Pachyderm. Its edges, blurred and tentative, like a frayed childhood memento; its shape has transmuted to include memories of other childhood toys.
Read the full essay at the Transition Gallery website