Winter casts a cool light across the river banks today, as the sky reflects into the water below. My studio is still chilly as I move into the year, planning and imagining new paintings, considering new bodies of work. Outside the crows make nests in the fruit trees above and dream the Spring time into being…
February holds fast today, in a mulch of cold and damp. Outside my studio there is stillness, no wind to agitate the crows, the sky feels low and the branches are silent against the clouds. A calm falls across the garden, as we move through the last days of winter.
My obsession with the magical and liminal space between water and earth c…