The west coast of Britain, the rocky shorelines, beautiful
wide sandy coves and beaches whether Im looking directly out onto the North
Atlantic or into the Irish sea, hold a fascination for me. I've sat and
sketched and painted their topography on solo walking holidays from Lands End to Cape Wrath. Walking is a wonderful way of exploring the geography and sense of a place, coastal walking with the moving shining sea on one side and hard rock or rolling meadows on the other is in a different league. The rhythm of one's stride and the rhythm of the surf, the passing of the sunrise to sunset and a night packed with stars is a joy. I always took these days as a holiday from landscapes but now and over the last two or three years I have begun to take my coastal experiences seriously, the walks have made a deep impact in my visual memory and years later I like what I see emerging in the paint. The brightness and movement of large areas of gas and liquid give feast of freedom and light, birthing gestures and
marks unknown to a world more solid. The watercolour below one of many memory sketches in pencil and watercolour..............

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