In a small private wood in Northumberland is an avenue of ancient beech trees surrounded by yews and pines. Their wounds, fissures, folds, burrs and bosses, of scar tissue speak of their lived history, and their creative resilience.
The work in thsi exhibition is the consequence of a two-year intimate conversation with these trees. Their presence, rooted as they are in the earth, in their age, speak of time passing, and the strength that is folded into and grows out of vulnerability.
Using a limited, muted palette of oil and wax, together with fire and wax on beech wood, I have tried to capture this experience of the organic, sinuous embodied presence of the trees. To show the beauty that is a part of their graceful acceptance of beings-towards-death.