Williamson’s paintings balance between fervid, even blistering intensity and cool restraint. They are invested with an unyielding fire – not just an eternal flame, nothing so removed and symbolic as that, but the sense of real, roaring conflagration. The furnace never goes out in these works, but it never engulfs us, either. It is like looking into the universe at the stars. The red giants, white dwarves and supernovae populating Williamson’s galaxy burn surrounded by the frigid vastness.