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Ken Kiff – A Hundred Suns
Three Highgate, London
WALK up the hill from Archway Tube, north London — or down from Highgate — and find the gallery Three Highgate, and the current incredible show of the late British painter Ken Kiff (1935-2001).
Born in Dagenham, east London, Kiff later studied at Hornsey School of Art, just a mile down the road. He was always his own man — linking the inner world with the outer. Don’t all artists do that? Not like this. Note “the” and not “his,” as there is something universal about his work. His “constellation of mental activity” speaks to all.
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