Sermon

We either find comfort, or live with disdain for religion. We either seek the succour of the creator or spurn any suggestion of his existence it seems. We debate, argue and wage war over this issue. Ms Bookhams and Mr Garretts contrasting reviews delight me. They really say it all.

Review by Nick Garret

The lurid green ice cavern of Sermon chills the heart. Again utilising the imagery of sci fi pulps mixed with a perversion of the standard religious architecture—both real and imagined—of the distant past, Jones conjures the supposedly awe-inspiring yet sickly chilled mental atmosphere of a sermon. The cold, green, hypocritical hearts of the misanthropically pious.

Review by Natalie Bookham

A luminous paternal figure embraces those bathing in and reflecting his gentle glow. A compassionate protective figure,

shielding and nurturing his children.