The quality of Englishness is what strikes one first about Peter Unsworth’s paintings: dream-like happenings which inhabit the borderlands of memory, between sleeping and waking, of the actual and the imagined.
But to call them narrative pictures or literary expositions in colour would be inappropriate since they are never explicit; figures, anonymous yet unnervingly recognizable, are frozen in some rarified moment of experience, their attitudes hinting at some imminent dynamic that may or may not be revealed.
Unsworth attempts to give visual form to essences about people and places- more readily sensed or felt than actually seen. They are archaeologies of time and place.
At the centre of his paintings there is a sense of the paranormal, threatening – and only tenuously placated by the rituals they call up and the order they instil.’ (Article by Paul Richie, Novelist, 1994)