Late autumn at Sharpham Marsh. printing the chaos of colors and

the chaos of colors and lines might seem overwhelming

The soil here was very cold and wet and has a particular smell to it too

The shapes of the reeds and the ridges under the paper “grabbed” at the pastels as I drew

the angles and the characters of the bulbs producing unique flowers

Late autumn at Sharpham Marsh. printing the chaos of colors andA very special place to sit and reflect throughout the passing seasons. Deep in reed bed are considerable amounts carbon, these reed beds must have witnessed much, absorbing as they are. I love the sense of being at the end of the board walk deep in the marsh, tidal and elemental, surrounded by tall reeds. the movement and sound reach every sense in the body. This is a mixed media work on paper using site specific materials looking down the river Dart