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Walking though a subterranean space, low medieval arches curve beautifully in all directions. Painted white, with stone floors, the space is filled with light though I remember no windows. Low ceilings, so low everyone had to duck their heads.  I plucked a book from the crowded shelves, Alain Robbe-Grillet, ‘La Plage’, seagulls swooping, moving forwards away from the walkers on the sand, the falaise on the right rising sharply. Again, repeated, and again. Memories come flooding back.   This is where I am now.

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A line, drawn on hot-press paper, rubbed until it fades and fuses with the surface, becomes a shadow of its former self. Lines repeated, gradually darkening, produce marks of tension and great spatial depth. On canvas, the bleeding of charcoal and graphite trapped and paled by layers of paint continues to exploit these abstract interpretations of movement, mutability and evanescent light. My work is an enquiry into process, through memory and repetition. It is an investigation into the instability of line, of surface, of life, informed by observation of the world around me.

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