As the title implies, the art of Rachel Whiteread carries with it a certain sense of finality – an event has just taken place here, somebody once occupied this space, or at one time this object had a purpose. Now, it sits empty; the viewer cannot obtain closure from the current state, there is no resolution and there is no reassurance. Whiteread’s monolithic architectural forms occupy negative space with their own more subtle brand of emptiness; they loom like spectres, ghostly forms with a presence both palpable and sepulchral. Very powerful indeed.
(History of Our World)
