Where the land meets the sea

"There is no sea in the Cotswolds. Only a river where I live, and a sandy bank that has become our beach. I walk to this beach by the river with my sons and bathe in the sun. But it is not the same - not the Atlantic. And though the heavy scent of the rape seed fields reminds me of sweet yellow gorse, it isn't the same. It isn't Cornwall.

"So I walk, in my mind, down the cliffs to the shore at Charlestown, where the harbour wall stands resolute and the sea beats its constant rhythm against the shingle. Memories of blues, greys and blacks, solid shapes and forms, from Charlestown and elsewhere in Cornwall, tug at me, reminding me of who I am, where I come from. These images never leave me - harbour walls, shingle, stones, rocks, the sea: the harsh and wild Atlantic and its clear, sharp light.

"My paintings are drawn from these memories. I want to create a careful balance of familiar shapes - to leave a sculptural impression, a sense of balance and resolution - from a strange and beautiful place, a place to which I return every day in my mind. The place where the land meets the sea."