The insubstantial, shadowy terrain of memory is evoked in Elizabeth Magill’s new suite of paintings, on show at the Kerlin Gallery until December, writes Sue Hubbard.
But when from a long-long distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
