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 Eryi/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 occur in seconds and what was familiar can be transformed by no more than a beam of sunlight into something new and strange.

The images I try to capture are those in my minds eye – the distillation of decades of looking and absorbing.

500 million years ago this vantage was not a mountain but a shallow tropical sea at the South Pole where ancient sea creatures endured a rain of ash and lava from now extinct super volcanoes taller than Everest. Their fossilised remains are visible everywhere in the rocks, sometimes ground and smashed by the passage of glaciers.

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

Now, with climate change ,as seasons give way to extreme weather events, there is an uneasy sense that transformation of an entirely new kind has begun.  Floods, droughts, wind and fire, along with shifts in plant and animal populations, may transfigure our landscapes faster than we know. It is a challenge to capture in paint a sense of something at once so enduring and so fragile.

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.