The end of February brought spectacular weather to Cornwall – we haven’t seen snow for years so the blizzard winds that transformed the landscape were even more special. We lit the wood burner, made warming soups and stew and played in the snow like children. Two days of magic gone overnight under the onset of warmer air bringing the driving rain back.
Today the garden is slightly beaten, the daffodils bruised but damply upright and the fish risen once more to the top of the pond. The air is different, softer, edged with suggestion and the blackbird is back, singing.
In the studio I’m playing with new ideas – letting images filter in: veils of birds, snow, shifting light against a cold sea. I’m aware of time and transience and fragility.