Brendon Coulton
Even the most sophisticated of reproduction techniques or printing processes can never fully do justice to the fine detail in Brendon Coulton’s work. The many layers of sumptuous oil paint have a faint tracery of long extinct fossils floating in shimmering, almost opalescent surfaces. Colours of clotted cream, soft greys, blues and barely there earthy hues are dreamlike, meditative and strangely compelling to the spectator. One is reminded of an era when life was simple, pure and hidden from view, a private indefinite space teeming creatures named in the postscript of passing time.