The exhibition title borrows a line from T.S. Eliot's "Burnt Norton," the first of his Four Quartets poems. At its heart he is wrestling with the stillness of the everyday, the passage of time and melancholy.
These touchstones of human fragility have entered the body of work exhibited here. The paintings and photographs are shaped by the residue of grief as they explore the sensory, the temporal and how bewilderment, fragility, and ambiguity share something bittersweet.
In the photographs the seemingly unnoteworthy found object becomes an offering. In the paintings, something of the fleeting presence of light is captured in the fragment of painterly gesture. As Pico Iyer notes in his book Autumn Light, loss offers a portal to
finding beauty in impermanence and luminosity in loss.
