David Austen: My love, I have been digging up my own bones in the garden again

An exhibition of work by David Austen presents an invitation to step into a parallel existence… a strange and fragile landscape populated by figures, flowers, trees, abstractions, words and signs; woven across painting, drawing, print-making, sculpture and film.

It is a fragmented but distinct encounter, in which each object and artwork stands alone, yet simultaneously forms part of a greater whole. The drama that unfolds reveals the tragicomic potential of human existence and the futility of love. It is a world of love and fear, though the cruelty is offset by the empathy Austen brings to his subject matter.