The heat of the summer is at its height. The land is silent, the ground dry and parched though the mountains are green with Bracken. I used thoughts of the mountainous area of the English Lake District again but when I was in Liverpool during the rebuilding of that city the cross-pollenation of images, an enexpected, impromptu synasthesia which inspires and informs my work took place and the juxtaposition of the urban (newly) built landscape hard against the mostly natural landscape and the germ of this painting was born.
The Wild, Wild West
Drawing on landscapes imagined and re-invented, bringing together things and spaces and moulding them, altering them, finding meaning in them as the painting progressed. The Wild, Wild West, a forgotten place, at the periphery, of beauty and neglect.