I draw, as if through a lens, editing the visible and the invisible; striving to extract some of the hidden magic from the mundane. The potential titles jostle during the process of drawing and in discussion sometimes with Michael until they fix themselves. Finding a title is serious business.

In my looking, I find myself lost in a thicket of significant meaning, where the traces remain from the activity of people in their endeavours, where the friction of lives leave their marks on the landscape and the landscape of things: where the furrows drawn deep remain in the tilt of the soil, where the hollow in a horizon holds a story, where the scale expressed in the husbandry of the land reveals another scale of means, where the proportions chosen express an aesthetic personal, communal or indeed global, where the strata reveals the architecture of social and cultural evolution, where we’re mistaken by our assumptions and caught in the wire of nostalgia, where the landscape simply has the indelible, although at times, the faintest, footprint impressed upon its surface.

Beauty in a scene, which at first glance, appears to be strangely ordinary is what truly interests me and it’s through the process of drawing that I strive to reveal this. I seek traces that are current or historic, are seasonal or daily or are simply once in time. A trace of something magic lying within the mundane.

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