What were the skies like when you were young? A thought I return to most days. These ethereal dreamlike memories are what I try to capture in my paintings. One of my childhood memories, lying in an uncut hay field watching the clouds move across the sky, changing the landscape and myself within it. Images become abstract, they are no longer a picture but line, colour and the spaces in between. Clouds, sunset, sunrise, vast open spaces of colour and movement all capture and release emotion for me. I enjoy the way clouds hide the landscape allowing glimpses of what is behind, how they gently reveal their secrets. How does light frame the landscape? Which emotions and feelings does it resonate with? Can I capture those feelings to uplift your spirits or reflect an inner turmoil?