I journeyed to my home in the North Devon countryside. What met me was a place ever changing with each day, year, each cycle of the moon. I found myself surrounded by artists with wings and roots, creating form and sound, the result of purest expression and a desire to grow and reach towards the sun. My wanderings led me to places where journeying water cut into the earth, inviting me to descend beneath the surface. There, amongst the smell of fresh green and damp brown I found banks of golden clay scraped clean by the rushing water.
This work is the result of my observations of the creative forces found in the wilderness around me and within myself. This is the fruit of relationship with my home, the result of a rekindled closeness, stirring something inside of me, growing from the very earth beneath my feet.