The tide rises and falls, leaving lines, traces, so delicate, so fragile against the expanse of sea, of sky. The tide rises and falls.

These works were made in a place, in a time, distanced from the sea, not only as homage, but in an emotional act of calling it back.

My palette echoes coast and oceanic light - muted, subtle and shadowy, of complex greys, falling light, glints and silts, mud and driftwood, misted fret and burnt charcoal, Devonian earth and blooms of froth, raven black and bladderwrack browns...