Drawing and photography are central to my practice. Both make pressing - if sometimes fictitious - claims to the capture of lost moments.


Still spring

Pencil, graphite pencil and pencil crayon in big sketchbook.
It's Shakespeare's birthday and Turner's birthday today and St George's day and I wanted to make a theme drawing, perhaps remembering Jez Butterworth's play about England, "Jerusalem." But the gentle outdoors beckoned this morning. Any day now, I'm going to start complaining about the warm weather, but for the moment, there's a crispness in the air and a fine breeze and it's breathtakingly exquisite, and everything - everything - out there is in bloom, and Possum is adoring our walks. 

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