In The Light Of Air.

After two winters and one summer hanging outside the workspace in all weathers, covered in snow soaked by rain, battered by winds, burned by the sun and frozen in winter this canvas finally has a name and a soul. Being exposed to the elements has allowed a slow and natural deconstruction.

On the first day of Spring I was tidying up the workspace with the doors open for the first time this year. I was listening to Anna Thorvaldsdottir’s magnificent “in the light of air”. I looked at the canvas hanging in the crisp morning sun ,raw and unvarnished , and everything made sense. ” In the light of air” was born.

Mixed media 30″ x 30″

Detail “in the light of air”

November

I walked to Bateman’s House. The river Lathkil was dry. Sitting to eat lunch I was aware of complete silence.No bird calls no wind and no longer the babbling brook.

I decided to walk the dry river bed .walking I wondered about the minnows bullheads and sticklebacks.where are the watervoles? Everything seemed different from the river bed.beautiful colours.mosses , leaves , and trees .Silence.