I stand on the brink; A scrap of ground where the North East meets the untameable majesty of the North Sea. A spectacle indeed. 

I absorb the experience. Words dance around my head: Aggressive. Intimidating. Unadulterated. Fierce. Cleansing. Harmonious. Respect. Nurturing. Necessary. Violent. Indiscriminate. Cyclic. Alive. Giving. Affirming. Exhilarating. 


I make marks; a basic need to create — something. To communicate… this something. This Otherness. 

I Paint.