Foil. oil on paper. 43x11cm.
In praise of walking Thomas Clark writes that, Always, everywhere, people have walked, veining the earth with paths visible and invisible, symmetrical or meandering. We humans are animals leaving traces of our passage: the hunting term is foil. In Thomas Hardy's novels a stretch of path carries memories of a person, of their passage if we could but divine it.
This is a narrow path to take, narrow in format and subject, dogged and without doubt, full of possibilities.