In my work, the landscape is a scene where the forces of nature can run free. I paint my canvases out in the terrain, right at the meeting point between the cultured and the wild, the raw living dirt and the blindingly beautiful.
I put on the soil in broad strokes on the linen surface. Build up heavy bodies of colour, letting the paint pour. Hollow trunks and thorny vines stretches out of pitch dark forests and the oily puddles that flow in the ditches. I scratch the colour with my fingers, making branches glow blood red towards the first light, and steadying the ground with layers of umber and golden ochre.

Flowers stay from the night, broken violets, like secrets from the deep mud and dark lakes. Thorns and wildweeds stand witness to the passing of time, they are both the end and the start of the cycle, pearls glowing out of rising growth and the flying light, as the landscape face the dawn.

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Face the Dawn - V1 Salon