For himself Huxley is striving to realise a sense of rhythm in his delicate structures. Like Samuel Beckett, who used syllables as if they were notes of music, Huxley searches for the elusive quality of music in painting. The pedantry of post-modernism doesn't interest him; he'd rather allow things to happen, both in his work and its explication, than prescribe what he or anyone else feels.

The ambiguity in Huxley's work comes from an unassuming appreciation of experience: the spectator is invited to participate in his vision, to celebrate worlds of colour, shape, light and shadow, and quiet humour. We invent and dream alongside him, as if art were a shared experience rather than a matter of privileged observation.