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Landscape regularly has me enthralled, but while I love the untamed and moody glamour of, say, a wild, storm-raked mountain, it's often the tamer, more domesticated scenery that draws me back.
A lot of it's about layers. If humans live somewhere, they adapt the world around them over and over until it becomes a palimpsest, a document rewritten time and again, sometimes leaving evident or hidden traces, sometimes not. Under this school sports field there sits a mosaic, the stone outline of a roman bathhouse; under that new development was once a tapestry of thin, battered concrete, swathes of coltsfoot, bee orchids; under a hilltop copse or a quiet, ploughed field, who knows? The layers, whether destroyed, still existing or nothing more disturbing than a progression of generations, are a pairing of place and memory - human, or that of the land itself. We borrow landscape feature to live in our own memories too - they might become uncoupled over time but they remain landmarks on personal maps; fragments of stories told or untold. I explore ideas mostly through printmaking and book arts, and sell through exhibitions, fairs and open studio events, but please get in touch if something catches your eye and you'd like to know more. 
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Events for 2020
What with Covid 19, who would dare to plan what will and won't take place?