Studio Update

As this new body of work continues to unfold, I’ve been exploring how memory shapes the way we see and feel landscapes, how a place can hold emotional weight, even when its details begin to blur. Three paintings, Echoes of a Walk, Soft Steps Remembered, and Fading into View each draw from a memory of walking with my grandmother, a time held in feeling more than fact.

These walks were once familiar, often taken across common land near her home. Over time, the clarity of those places has softened, but their emotional imprint remains. These paintings are not literal depictions they are abstracted impressions, shaped by colour, gesture, and atmosphere.

In Echoes of a Walk, the surface is almost entirely blurred, yet some thicker brushstrokes hint at presence and weight. It’s a piece about distance and memory, how something once close now feels just out of reach.

Soft Steps Remembered suggests a landscape more directly. A darker area on the left fades softly into the right, echoing how I used to scan the horizon, trying to spot her house from the top of the common.

Fading into View, was inspired by a long walk I used to take with my grandmother, across open ground that seemed to stretch on endlessly before the view opened at the edge. That memory now feels hazy, more a sense of space and feeling than clear detail. Soft, layered brush marks suggest the sweep of land and the passing of time. The surface is blurred, with white falling loosely from the sky and settling at the horizon, like light, weather, or memory itself descending and dissolving. There’s a quiet pull forward, a hint of something waiting just beyond.

Each painting reflects the shifting nature of grief and remembrance, how a moment lives on in the sensations it leaves behind. These small works feel like quiet offerings, meditations on love, loss, and the landscapes we carry within us.

I’m curious to see how this series continues to evolve. The process of creating it has been deeply personal, but I hope it also invites viewers into their own reflections—on memory, connection, and the subtle traces that remain long after a moment has passed.