Through the ritual of daily walks around my inner city home, I have often set myself challenges, or new lenses, to re-imagine the long, familiar, worn pavements, weedy verges and naked trunks of pruned street trees in a new light.  Inspired in part by Peter Wohlleben’s “The Hidden Life of Trees”, it is easy to surrender to the idea of trees and plants thriving collectively not only in natural forests, but perhaps even in suburbia.   This story tells itself, in early morning winter light when the streets are quiet and the trees loom large and primordial under a mauve sky.

This is the fictional lens through which this series was born.  In part awe, in part fairy tale, in partecology.   The colour palette is deliberately non-representational, relying instead on intuitively mixing and mark making that evolve with each painting. Traces of past marks create a visual palimpsest: a memento of everyday experience where, even in an urban place, there is connection to the primordial and ancient.