Whilst I’m working on the small formalist paintings at home I’m often listening to albums on the hi fi and it seems to me there is some kind of perfect symmetry to these two activities. They both belong to a world where artifacts were crafted physically and destined to be received in the same manner. I find myself listening like I look at paintings. With a kind of attention I’d forgotten existed. This album is sublime…and taking it in again on vinyl sitting in our studio on a warm summers evening – quite magical.