My whole experience of drawing really took off when I began to walk the cliff paths around Jersey’s coastline – where I was living at the time. Snatched moments to myself when my children began to spend a few hours at playschool. I would take a sketch book with me tucked into my pocket, making hasty notes as I went along. Walking along rocky shores quickly became a refuge and a bit of an obsession. Caves presented an intriguing dilemma. Their dark openings in the cliff-face beckoning hidden interiors that invite exploration at the risk of being cut off by the tide. A kind of symbol to life, that only discovery of the unknown is rewarded by a certain amount of risk taken. The question: is that reward worth the perceived risk? In most cases, it most definitely is. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
