The visitor to this exhibition is informed these bright painting refer to the ancient southern continent Gondwana. Not having been there I can't honestly say if the artist succeeds or not. I can say for sure he has met his second reference, that of the granite outcrops of Western Australia. Sun shining on the rough surface of these rocks after the rain does indeed provide a kaleidoscope of colours and Robinson has captured them well. He has even echoed the rough face of the stone that reflects the rainbow hues in the textural surface of his paintings.

The visitor is also informed that the paintings are 'semi-abstract', works that blur the horizon where sky meets earth so as to connect the viewer with this fragile planet. Don't believe it, there is no subtle shift of imagery, there is no imagery at all, at least not in the works on display. There is no physical anchor to hold us to this mortal coil, and thank you Paul for not insisting there be one. With no reality check the viewer is free to intuit, to find a contemplative mood, to look into the paintings and see what they want to see and maybe, just maybe, hear the music of the mind.

The venue is quite appropriate, an old church that hosts a new mantra. Robinson's broad sweeps of the brush, clever daubs and curlicues of colour, layer upon layer of medium presents as a flutter of marks and colours that swirl in all directions. Paradoxically, and this must be the Zen aspect of the work, his frenetic text produces and peaceful context. They escort us to the inner self, after going through the thought processes of - what is it? - don't know! - could it be? - doesn't matter! - mmmm. Then we are travelling within.

An enlightening experience of beautiful canvases. I'm sure many will speak to you but you should find the one that makes you want to listen.