Paul Winstanley paints modern interiors which are pointedly devoid of people. They do, however, contain the potential for human drama. Winstanley’s rooms are painted from his own photographs of public and semi-public architecture. They are unremarkable and familiar.
Winstanley’s bland institutional spaces are emptied of human presence, yet filled with an atmosphere of melancholy and hidden stories. This painting is meticulously rendered with photographic precision. It does not so much show an event as the anxious anticipation of one.