‘This is my world, a world of human myth, graspable forms, colour and nature.  I'm trying to understand it all, the beauty and the conflicts. It's my attempt at a visual metaphor, part loss, part dream where I reach back into a past to try and grab a few symbols to plaster over the encroaching concrete.  It's not lost on me that it's an imagined world and tempered by my own leanings, but it's also imagery that’s built from my own experiences and fascinations.  And I'm not scared of looking for beauty. I had a childhood in Suffolk that seems a million miles away now. Stealing conkers from the churchyard. The first kitten from the farm cat’s nest, oak tree kingdoms climbed from verges covered in cowslips, the watering pond for carthorses, harvest festivals; blacksmiths with forges; fishing boats on the beaches and the burning of stubble on 10 acre farms. The blessings of a world before instant entertainment. Fairy tales read, an obsession with horses, cycling barefoot, paraffin stoves in the bathroom, grabbing at eels in streams, magic and tradition. Legend and storytelling. Horses, horses, horses. All that.’

SDC