The Cotswold hills, bony and structured beneath, rounded and contoured on their surface, form the background to these photographs by Paul Caffell and provide him with the setting, factual yet visionary, for his chosen subject – the female body.

Here – as with all artists, it is the inner eye that counts, the idea that is caught, so to speak, on the wing, and touched with magic. The mood is of a dream, the figures whether seen in relation to this gracefully and secretively folded landscape, seamed and straddled by stone walls, or observed against water or trees or the lichened walls of farm buildings seem like apparitions, beautiful but deeply disturbing. The cast shadows harbour an ominous stillness. The images, erotic yet detached, propel the mind beyond the straightforwardly obvious into Caffell’s private and hallucinatory world.