When I was growing up my parents made frequent excursions into France and Italy, primarily to feed my fathers insatiable appetite for research in libraries, churchyards and well anywhere the research took him. For the entire family these were great outings and my mother took charge of the rest of us: myself, my two brothers, our grandmother and an aunt. For us it was all about exploring wherever we were. For me every journey a visual delight. The mysteries of foreign lands: the trees, the sunshine, the fields, buildings, cars, language, food. The way the landscape glowed in the sun and the cicadas gave the heat a soundtrack.
All that never left me and so I am never happier than when I am walking through some foreign land sketching vines or palm trees or fishing boats in a tiny harbour. Best done in the heat of the day. Bright sunshine striking colours.
Back in my studio I undertake to relive those moments to capture the heat, the sound, the atmosphere. I want the paintings to tell the story of place.