Washed up.
Where do I belong?
Well, through much meandering, nowhere in particular.
Land’s edges, native tree habitats, ancient hills and the Yellows or Blues of Japanese Prints and V van Gogh echo a familiar, liminal space in which to play with shape and colour.
“Our home is the garden, and deep within us is the yearning to hear its song again” – JP Newell, Christ of the Celts.
Edinburgh Palette