David Goldblatt
Axa Gallery
There is a photograph in this retrospective of a spacious white house on a hilltop overlooking a vast terrain of forcefully rolling country, dotted with tree and bush and climbing to mountains along the distant horizon. The upper half of the picture is clouds and sky. Below the house are traces of hedgerows and fields, but all else is extravagant emptiness; except for the building and its plot, there is no obvious human sign in the entire wide land—no home, no road, no railway, no smoke of fire, no smudge of town. But for the unfarniliar, bell-shaped profile of the house’s architecture, the