The landscape has always been central to my work. The sand dunes and pine forests of my youth on the Sefton coast are the first impression upon which everything else is overlaid. We cannot separate landscape from memory.

My home for the last forty five years lies at 1,300 feet at the edge of Snowdonia with spectacular views across a steep sided glacial valley towards the Berwyn mountains and as far as Cader Idris.

The ever shifting weather means that the view is never the same. Spectacular changes can occur in seconds. Then I might rush for a camera but more often I just stand and watch the show.

I rarely sketch directly from the landscape – even if there was time to catch something so fleeting.  The images I try to capture are those in my minds eye – the distillation of years of looking and absorbing.

500 million years ago the place where I stand was not a mountain but a shallow tropical sea near the South Pole where ancient sea creatures endured a rain of ash and lava fom now extinct super volcanoes taller than Everest. Their remains are visible everywhere in the rocks.

Then there are signs of human occupation – ancient burial mounds and hill forts made by people whose labours changed the landscape so profoundly.

Now the altered climate has begun to add another layer as old, stable weather gives way to extremes and weather events which leave their mark. The images I make are my response to all of these things. Â

The paintings are in oil on glossy card or photo paper. I use a variety of techniques many of which are derived from print making.

They can be purchased framed or mounted/unframed.