Without exception, the figures that are the main subjects of Kirkham’s paintings seem to be afflicted by an all-encompassing melancholy. The apathy of those portrayed turns overtly erotic poses into something empty and alienating. The viewer feels uncomfortably like a voyeur: can they see something that we are not meant to see? What has happened in Kirkham’s world; what is the source of this desolate melancholy from which no-one can apparently escape?…