The British-raised former advertising artist, impressed
Third Avenue Gallery-goers in 1996 with a macabre show of leather-masked
heads, tools and the like that got them thinking about restriction and claustrophobia.
He's still working Art Street's shady side with another
mixed-media exhibition that addresses his question: "If clowns make
us laugh, who makes them laugh?"
The answer may lie partially in a circus-ring event this
writer saw as a child. In a fandango involving many clowns manoeuvring an
ancient car that leaked, exploded and fell apart, a tiny clown leaped from
the roof, landed head-first in the sawdust and was whisked away by his cavorting
colleagues. Only later did we learn the little fellow had broken his neck
Bungay's show is like that.