John Pawson

As always, seasonal transition brings new perspectives on familiar territory. This autumn there seems particular resonance in the marks of wear and the passing of time — in the blooms of oxidation on Carl Andre’s copper cubes, the silvered surfaces of an outside table, the patches of scuffing on a wall, the wavering stains left by drips of water down a vertical plane of timber, the falling leaves. There is poignancy, this year of all years, in this physical evidence of the interaction between people, places, weather and circumstance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography
John Pawson