Reviews

Helen Booth’s work haunts the observer with a meditativeness that teeters on the edge of the void. Beauty resonates and pervades, but there’s melancholy in the cool colours, a sense of alienation between the points of light and dark burrs. What’s special is her assured rhythms and her unsentimentality, but
it is the spontaneity of those ubiquitous motile threads that pulls us back from the brink and balances the work with such rare, ludic and dramatic promise.

Elizabeth Ashworth
May 2005.