Floodplain.

 

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It is mid afternoon. The swollen water from last nights rain has overflowed and lain flat the grasses and ferns. Its a good place to lay down the paper.  The sounds of the sandy coloured burn echo the bustling blue tits that speckle the branches of  sycamores. A cold wind nips at my neck and my fingers as I search out a silence in paint. I think you would like it here.

 

Mixed media on paper 140 x 60 cm.

Snowdrops and sun.

 

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Mixed media on paper 140 x 60 cm.

Early morning sun catches the very tops of the trees, a golden halo as I look up. Down below green tips of snowdrops are pushing their way through the earth, a sign that the light is slowly returning. And yet the forecast is for snow, so it is far from spring. This January sun has no warmth. The beauty of the day is walking into this landscape, holding my breath. With each mark following mark I cross the border, fixing a memory which, by its very nature remains uncertain, flawed.