“Flint walls and rambling flowers. Swooping hills and valleys, with the cliffs into the sea as an abrupt end. Pretty villages and fairs on bright sunny days, muddy walks and cosy pubs filled with woodsmoke in the winter. Charleston Manor House and the Bloomsbury set, old creativity woven in. Bright greens, crisp whites, soft blues and moody greys, with the bright points of wildflowers.
I grew up there and spent every day by the sea. My best friend and I spent hours walking along the shore. Icy toes in the soft damp sand, deserted beaches from September through to April. Salty air and the brightest clearest blue skies. Old fishing boats with peeling paint and lobster pots. Pastel coloured beach huts and pale grey pebbles. Hear the sound under your feet change as you walk west towards the oyster beds. Millions of white oyster shells piled on top of each other by Roman farmers. Run down the banks piled high with stones, search for the softest roundest black pebbles. Hear the water as it rushes into the lagoon, a frothy white eddy.”
Acrylic, soft pastel and pencil on paper, 5″ x 6″, 2021.
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