From the very start, this earth that we inhabit - its textures and contours, its moods and lights, it colours and perspectives - is what works the greatest magic on me. Deprived of my contact with land, sea and air, something inside me dies.


It goes without saying, then, that it must always be an important source of inspiration, to me. Sometimes that might become a representative sketch or painting. Sometimes the medium has been the earth itself. Often, though, I'll find myself transforming that landscape into an abstract piece, either by intention or by default.That might be determined by the medium I am working in, or simply because I find  that abstracting it is the most effective way that I can capture the essence of my experience.


How else could one measure up to the magnificently glorious way that the natural world expresses itself?