Liz Neal's porno wonderland

Liz Neal's paintings don't just ooze sexuality; they so explode with sexual liquids that, if you get too close, it seems quite possible to be drowned in them. This is not how everybody may wish to perish, but there must be quite a few willing to give it a go, and for these folk, Neal's porno wonderland will give great happiness and pleasure. It's a world with a genital epicentre; naughty bits of the human body twitch and convulse in volcanic, orgasmic excess, all in perfect accord with Neal's rudely ejaculated paint. Limitlessness is the theme here - counterbalanced by vague hints of a more reflective, post-coital sadness.