Eastern Angles

Suffolk is my county of origin. A place of vast open skies, bountiful hedgerows, rugged coastlines and agricultural heritage. With a linear appearance concealing the drama which shapes it; this ever-evolving landscape is pounded by wind, sea, salt and heat.

Heavy clay soil baked hard by dry summers, fractures and forms zigzagging fissures across the surface. Destabilising the thickest of barn floors and unsettling the trees.

The same clay soil in winter clings to your boots like a limpet to a rock. We prise the clods off with a carefully chosen stick.

The skies here are vast. The horizon keeps us grounded. Powerlines and hedgerows intersect to create a sense of constraint in the openness. A pleasing tension.

Mostly, the changes are gradual, with an occasional bolt of drama. The slow rhythm of the seasons punctuated by a cliff collapse. A violent storm shaping an area of coastline irrevocably, while grasses grow year after year on the same unassuming verges.

This is a landscape which teaches to observe and appreciate. A landscape which has instilled an instinctive understanding of how to balance form, drama, subtlety and atmosphere. In the spaces which I work - the designs appear to have been formed. Emerging from the ground, lending gravity, naturalism and an intuitive sense of place.

Designs which grow into being, inspired by a lifetime of seeing.