John Pawson

Questions of scale in Iceland

Quiet colour in the midst of Iceland’s dramatic landscapes

‘I called to the other men that the sky was clearing and then a moment later I realised that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.’ Ernest Shackleton

‘A visit to Marrakech was a great shock to me. This city taught me colour.’ Yves Saint Laurent

‘In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.’ John Fowles

‘Just give me a home, in a great circle dome. Where stresses and strains are at ease’. R. Buckminster Fuller

‘Music is liquid architecture; architecture is frozen music’ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Beauty in a pool of frozen dirt

Working at the limits of a material

A continuing narrative of revelation through reduction