You’re welcome to enter into these paintings, provided you take off your shoes beforehand. Not because of the fresh paint but as a sign of respect for an artist who is mastering the crude, artificial light of the city, be it day or night, it doesn’t matter in the sleepless switch of electric/electronic life, delivering a compassionate – but not tender – look at the contemporary urban man. A life crammed with tarmac and steel and concrete and glass and traffic lights, a wet world where rain is not enough to clean and wash away the sacrifice of an environment spoilt by the absence of nature, a space where nature is not even invoked. The sky gleams with all colors but blue: it’s a breathless chunk of yellow, grayish air weighing over a metropolitan flat vastness. Jeremy Mann, like no one else, captures the dry, thick poetry of surviving in the big cities. Every now and then he likes to indulge on a portrait: women, mostly at home, i.e. this time inside the building, as to reveal us the other side of the metropolitan life: intimate, silent, empty, bored. Jeremy Mann is a powerful maestro, his paintings always bursting with so much energy you are advised to put some SPF 40 cream on your face.