This painting encapsulates so many of the emotions that run through me with my relationship
with that granite and peat upland called Dartmoor. There is the big sky that so often
produces a remarkable sunset after a long wet and dismal day. Then there are the
long grasses and gorse interspersed with granite clitter with their age old sheep
tracks that guide me through this landscape. Finally there is the hawthorn whose
small and twisted size belies a great age lived in harsh conditions.
I painted the sun setting in the heart of this great gnarled, thorny tree almost
as an act of reverence.
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