Painting 1977, oil on canvas, by Peter Booth

“Dark red skies, the colour of congealed blood, haunt the evenings, and caustic smoke sears each lungful of air. The sound of roaring flames is as persistent as life itself as the earth is torn open and the shadowy, almost deformed, figures of miners labour through the darkness, their eyes glowing red-rimmed from coal-blackened faces."

“Peter Booth grew up amongst the industrial wasteland of Sheffield in England. He is a visionary artist obsessed with superstition, transformation and light."