Let us be walking

Studies of Dutch landscape etchings

Artist book

This is a small book that thinks it is a forest.
It gathers drawings from 2018, done on brown kraft paper with white paint and black Rotring ink. There are hollow trees with their insides rubbed out as if someone needed room to hide.

Now and then, a line of John Clare wanders past, a scrap of hedge or weather that seems to recognise the scene and nods.

Turn a page, and you have gone a little further.
There are low horizons, bent trunks, caves that might hold a hermit (or no one at all, which is sometimes the same thing).

Ditches and banks, far-off hills and small clearings remember 15th–16th-century Dutch landscape etchings, which once carried the quiet of Italian hills home in their pockets.
So the book becomes a kind of stray countryside you can hold in your hands, a looking glass you can walk into, and out of, and into again.