Over the last couple of months, I have been creating pieces in nature quite intuitively- without much thought to aesthetic or concept. It’s just been a process of seeing ‘gems’ as I walk to the office or stroll in the garden.
Perhaps it’s a way of reconnecting with my muse- a way that doesn’t involve paper, pens, computers, documents, editors or publishers. It’s like composing poetry with words strewn all around me.
This is the poetry that speaks to me, and this is the poetry I speak.
The two pieces above were created yesterday, in my garden. A nod to fall, and a nod to the brilliant land artists, Richard Shilling and Andy Goldsworthy. This was not an attempt to replicate their styles, but to find my own.
I don’t consider myself to be an artist, but rather a participant in what nature unravels and reveals to me.