A remote, distant rural dwelling juts from a baron, snow-filled landscape, caught in the temperate glow of an angelic moon in full stride, whilst in the foreground a mysterious, solitary figure, clutching a staff and full of robe, stops momentarily to adjust to his surrounds and consider his next move.

Privy to the visual storyline is a babbling brook, slowly, steadily chattering its way ever toward us.

Snow-peaked mountains rise behind and the branches of a tree-filled presence are bowed under the volume of fresh snowfall resting upon their wooden limbs.

Contemporary artist, Paul Horton delves deep into our subconscious and asks the eternal question of who, why, where and when, and although leaving the gaps blank for us to fill in, Horton leaves no quarter of the canvas un-coloured; either by the insight of his brush strokes or his haunting manipulation of the atmospheric moonlight.