“Considering the vast body of work collectively, at least before a tighter selection can be made, there are notes of intense drama (as we expect), yes, but tempered with works that are more gently, rather beautiful melancholy, in the place that might normally be reserved for anxious brooding or a dark existential rage. Is this a reprieve after a period of tumult? Perhaps these works represent a tentative step toward a place of acceptance, or at least understanding, of the fragility of life and the profound depth of feeling that comes of reflecting upon these moments.”
-Johnathan McBurnie, Euan Macleod: Sisyphean
