John Pawson

There is a kind of peace to be found in contemplating the quiet complexity of this view into shallow water — into its submerged universe of stones, silt and delicately mobile ribbons of weed. At the same time this downward field of vision is intermittently over-written by reflections of the branches and trunks of nearby trees. Likewise the thresholds drawn by glass become vehicles for layered perspectives — endlessly shifting compositions, cast by the changing conditions of the light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography
John Pawson