Camden Arts Centre, LondonThe artist’s largest solo show since winning the Turner prize is a mind-bending and mesmerising visual adventure that often defies comprehensionAn alphabet of writhing tadpoles and globules, blots and worms crosses the paper, an underwater language of indecipherable signs. Is that a comma? Is this an octopus? Looking up, I notice that some of this stuff has broken free of the surface of the framed drawing and floated up to the ceiling, where it is trapped between the wall and the skylight, like a drifting tangle of seaweed. Some invisible current is pulling at the tendrils of colour, which tails off into the whiteness of the wall. It is like a conjurer’s misdirection, leading us from one thing to another, then back again.Another surface is sticky with biomorphic blobs that have been coaxed into the shapes of the crests of waves and lakes of fire: if this were some band’s album sleeve, I’d be embarrassed to be seen walking around with it, though some of the best records have terrible covers. There is something hypnotic and even hallucinatory about many of Richard Wright’s images, with their wealth of abstract detail, their variousness and shifts in tempo and approach. His art asks you to pay close attention. Surprisingly, this is the largest exhibition Wright has had in the UK since winning the Turner prize in 2009. It is worth the wait. Continue reading...