From my Sketchbook

In the English landscape, you often see a single, sizable and old tree standing in a flat and expansive landscape. Although it has the look of loneliness about it, it’s locational rootedness is a positive affirmation of its presence and its right to be there. It makes no apologies for its presence.

Whenever I see such a tree, it affirms in me “my right to be here”  and I live and move through this beautiful world without any apology for my presence.

From My Sketchbook

I enjoy sketching ruins. They are wonderful retainers of memory. This is a sketch I did of a cottage in Ireland.

From My Sketchbook

The Namibia landscape in Southern Africa. I had the privilege of living there for two years. A land of wide-open spaces, vast skies and mystery. I did this with a sepia pen and coloured pencil.