'Those who don't believe in magic will never find it'. From The Minpins, by Roald Dahl.


I grew up in rural Lincolnshire, a part of the country some people might find hard to pin down; vaguely central, vaguely east. Nowadays I live in Berlin and Whitstable, on the north Kent coast, but I'm still drawn to the places not quite on the map; towns and villages  that may be hard to find, fields and woods that you might only stumble across when you're not really looking. I make artwork about these lost or undiscovered corners of the country (and the people who live there). 

Having spent much of the last ten years flitting between the UK and Germany I've absorbed influences from both countries. Ever since I first set eyes on the work of the Neo-Romantics I was drawn to their images; the unmistakable tang of the British weather, the froth of cow parsley along the hedgerows and the standing stones and lighthouses that punctuate the landscape like sentinels. More recently, when I made Berlin my second home, I fell for the modern gothic of the Expressionist architecture I saw there, and the emotional intensity of German painting. And more generally I see echoes in my work of all the marvellous and mysterious things I've encountered throughout my fifty-odd years on the planet so far.