Lewis Brander’s exquisite surfaces hum with a knowing silence. Land and sky see place evaporate into soliloquies of spatial nebulosity, born from an interest in Monet’s parliamentary fog, Turner’s ancient mists and Rothko’s ethereal evanescence and which throb with the most aching sophistication. Amongst the verticality of Brander’s canvas a ballet of condensation takes place, with form elegantly massaged into simple, painterly moments of pure gesture that evoke materially and elementally but without the need for description. The result is the transformation of space into the bifurcation of celestial and earthly realms and their reshaped tributaries of meaning. Branders surface becomes an arena that dances between the light of faith and the faith of light.