Up here among the gull cries we stroll through a maze of pale red-mottled relics, shells, claws
as if it were summer still. That season has turned its back. Through the green sea gardens stall
(from) Sylvia Plath
This painting developed from a desire to create a sense of movement across the surface of the canvas. The style is reminiscent of cubism and the image is built up from a network of short brush strokes and intersecting shards of light. The subject matter is concerned with the natural world, shoals of fish darting to and fro, fields of wild flowers alternately caught in the breeze, birds in flight amidst the clouds and sunlight.