Linda Holloway builds each painting intuitively in slowly forming layers, moving across and through numerous varied modes of artistic expression with compelling facility and remarkable ease. In this idiosyncratic process she allows the original wooden surface to continuously assert pictorial presence and fundamental purpose.

She choreographs fact and fiction into parables of possibility. These become enigmatic stories about the architecture of human environments, where the landscape is ever-present (and empty) and upon which float parallel worlds. These worlds traverse each other, partial events float into space, visual contrasts occur where geometric shapes, checkerboard patterns, amorphic outlines and pictorial conceits sound notes of music in the wilderness suggested. Something is always going on, but what? Is this the end or the beginning?

Holloway changes height, scale and depth seamlessly. Each work has a palette which is restrained and fully argued but within which wonderful flourishes occur, moments of utter celebration stand up and call out. Each work contains numerous isolated elements awaiting discovery for every viewer and with these come resonances and clues. Yes, these are paintings which sit in the landscape but they are also mindscapes in which an urban disposition arises and metaphors abound.