Walking into Neil Dawson’s new show White Space is like walking into eleven different galleries at once – each with white walls (an architectural frame), and each offering a different proposition. There are recurrent motifs – there always have been: chairs, ladders, walls and boats. There are also long shadows and terrific reflections. In other words, there is a riddle cast in each little space – the joy of form constructed and projected in each gallery cube – one by one through each space frame.

Colour is present not on mass but in refined line - line that defines space and form in ways that is both generic and precise. This is intimate work that has serious aspirations of grandeur. It is sculpture that describes and suggests at the same time. It is light and simple and majestic, and it inhabits this white space (pinned) at delightfully different heights on the walls.
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