Spring has arrived in the north with the first arrival of Oystercatchers and now of the Swans, always a good sight against the icy mountains.
Snow has been disappearing off the slopes and roads near the town and the sound of running water is everywhere like a soundtrack. One of the advantages of all this melting is the uncovering of objects long since buried, natural and unnatural.
Everything found so far reminds me of the patterns on the surrounding mountains from the markings on a piece of building material to a discarded police label, it’s cobalt blue ink seeping and catching my eye.
Work is responding to this idea of macrocosm/microcosm and has focussed in on close-ups of scree and rocky outcrops. Several large pieces of work are waiting to be born………..
Diary of a Cold Spell 