Memories of living beside the sea only fuel my interest in the void.
My love of vast open expanses.
Leading to a ‘bigger’ picture- questioning, what else might be out there…
apart from- perhaps- another recognisable land mass?
…becoming easily distracted; and fascinated; by that moment of light,
between discovering and creating.
A very wise grandmother once told me in response to questioning her age ‘I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth.’
my art practice develops in similarly ephemeral ways.
Thoughts. From an aspiring member of ‘hoarders anonymous’.
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