These are images of places I know, places I have been in. Places of my childhood, and places I have returned to. I’ve appended quotes from the Essex writer J.A. Baker but only because, reading his work, it feels as though he has given me a way into Essex that feels close to the way I experienced it. He writes not like a child, but with the immediacy we associate with childhood.
They are worked in an acrylic medium into which pure pigments are stirred. Each image has many layers, and each layer has a memory attached to it.
“The heavy sun pressed down; heat smote upward from the shimmering road. A warm breeze stifled in the solid trees. A fume of summer coiled upon the fields.” J.A.Baker. The Hill of Summer (1969)
“The tall grass on the slope of the sea-wall is hissing in the wind and bending away to the west. It has a dry smell, like a distant fire. It feathers the blue light of the sky.” J.A. Baker. The Hill of Summer (1969)
