Inspired by a recent conversation with and old friend and a trip down memory lane. “Cloud base”
Inspired by a recent conversation with and old friend and a trip down memory lane. “Cloud base”
Public Auction of my latest painting! Starting bid £1+p&p Art is only worth what someone is prepared to pay for it so I thought I’d try this… this original oil painting (24”x48”)will be sold to the highest bidder in the next 7 days! Place your bid in the comments 😊
Public Auction of my latest painting! Starting bid £1+p&p Art is only worth what someone is prepared to pay for it so I thought I’d try this… this original oil painting (24”x48”)will be sold to the highest bidder in the next 7 days! Place your bid in the comments 😊
SOLD #lakewindermere #keswick #lakedistrictnationalpark #lakedistrict
Exhibition @twinncoffee
The bit I find the hardest is… knowing when to stop.
#Southdowns #painting #landscape #artistproblems
The bit I find the hardest is… knowing when to stop.
#Southdowns #painting #landscape #artistproblems
#birlinggap #birlinggapbeach #eastbourne #landscapepainting #sussex #sussexgallery #southdownsnationalpark
#birlinggap #birlinggapbeach #eastbourne #landscapepainting #sussex #sussexgallery #southdownsnationalpark
It’s been a while since I painted a panoramic 😁#sussex #landscape#oil #painting
Sorry my phone battery died so there’s a big chunk of the process missing 🤷. #sussex #landscape #oil #painting
Sorry my phone battery died so there’s a big chunk of the process missing 🤷. #sussex #landscape #oil #painting
A few hours painting the Southdowns this afternoon 😊
#Southdown #painting #artist #sussex
Southdowns after a storm.⛈️
The Peak district
Lake Windermere #lakedistrict #lakedistrictartgallery
Lake Windermere #lakesistrict
The Peak District 😊
The Norfolk Broads.
The #malvernhills 😊. My first time painting this wonderful landscape
#malvernhillswalk
Another little Sussex Landscape 😊
Little Sussex Landacape
4 12”x12” Original oil paintings available now.
Early.
The Peak District. From up here, the world feels vast, wild, and full of possibility.
Some landscapes don’t just sit quietly before you—they shift, they breathe, they change before your eyes.
Some landscapes don’t just sit quietly before you—they shift, they breathe, they change before your eyes.
Breathe the rain on a spring day.
This is why we walk, why we pause, why we return. Because in the South Downs, even the darkest skies can’t steal the light.
This is why we walk, why we pause, why we return. Because in the South Downs, even the darkest skies can’t steal the light.
The Southdowns.
The Southdowns.
⛰️Brecon Beacons: A Land of Light and Shadow ⛰️
There are places that exist between the elements—where the land meets the sky, where shadows stretch long over golden valleys, where clouds roll in and break apart, revealing glimpses of sunlight that set the hills ablaze. The Brecon Beacons is one of those places. A landscape of contrasts, of drama, of stories whispered in the wind.
This painting captures that moment—the sky heavy with storm clouds, yet pierced by beams of golden light, pouring over the rugged hills and reflecting off the water below. It’s the kind of scene that makes you stop mid-hike, pull off your gloves, and just stand still, breathing in the crisp air, feeling the insignificance of time against the vastness of these mountains.
The Brecon Beacons aren’t just hills; they are a realm of myths and legends, shaped by time and tide. Here, the ancient Black Mountains rise to meet the sky, their slopes sculpted by the hands of history. The River Usk and Taff carve their way through valleys that have seen centuries of travelers, poets, and wanderers. And above it all, the peaks of Pen y Fan and Corn Du stand like watchful sentinels, wrapped in the ever-changing embrace of mist and light.
It’s a place of wild beauty, where the elements clash and dance together. One moment, the sky is clear and bright, the next, the clouds are rolling in like a sea of ink, swallowing the ridgelines in soft grey mist. The weather moves fast here—you don’t just see it; you feel it, pressing against your skin, making you part of the landscape itself.
For those who have walked these hills, who have stood at the top of Pen y Fan and watched the golden hour paint the valleys below, this painting feels like a memory—an echo of the way the Brecon Beacons make you feel rather than just the way they look.
If you have ever experienced the magic of the Beacons at sunrise or sunset you know the feeling!?
#BreconBeacons #PenYFan #CornDu #WelshLandscapes #NationalParkUK #WildWales #UKArtist
⛰️Brecon Beacons: A Land of Light and Shadow ⛰️
There are places that exist between the elements—where the land meets the sky, where shadows stretch long over golden valleys, where clouds roll in and break apart, revealing glimpses of sunlight that set the hills ablaze. The Brecon Beacons is one of those places. A landscape of contrasts, of drama, of stories whispered in the wind.
This painting captures that moment—the sky heavy with storm clouds, yet pierced by beams of golden light, pouring over the rugged hills and reflecting off the water below. It’s the kind of scene that makes you stop mid-hike, pull off your gloves, and just stand still, breathing in the crisp air, feeling the insignificance of time against the vastness of these mountains.
The Brecon Beacons aren’t just hills; they are a realm of myths and legends, shaped by time and tide. Here, the ancient Black Mountains rise to meet the sky, their slopes sculpted by the hands of history. The River Usk and Taff carve their way through valleys that have seen centuries of travelers, poets, and wanderers. And above it all, the peaks of Pen y Fan and Corn Du stand like watchful sentinels, wrapped in the ever-changing embrace of mist and light.
It’s a place of wild beauty, where the elements clash and dance together. One moment, the sky is clear and bright, the next, the clouds are rolling in like a sea of ink, swallowing the ridgelines in soft grey mist. The weather moves fast here—you don’t just see it; you feel it, pressing against your skin, making you part of the landscape itself.
For those who have walked these hills, who have stood at the top of Pen y Fan and watched the golden hour paint the valleys below, this painting feels like a memory—an echo of the way the Brecon Beacons make you feel rather than just the way they look.
If you have ever experienced the magic of the Beacons at sunrise or sunset you know the feeling!?
#BreconBeacons #PenYFan #CornDu #WelshLandscapes #NationalParkUK #WildWales #UKArtist
Beneath a sky of brooding blue,
Where storm clouds dance and light seeps through,
The valleys stretch in golden hue,
A land of shadow, wild and true.
The rivers carve their silver thread,
Through ancient hills where legends tread,
Each blade of grass, each rugged stone,
A tale of time, a world unknown.
The wind hums low, a solemn tune,
Through moorland vast and heather strewn,
It sings of past, of dreams once made,
Of footsteps lost in mist and shade.
Dark cliffs rise high, their edges worn,
By rain and time, by tempests torn,
Yet sunlight spills in fleeting streams,
Like golden paths through waking dreams.
Oh, Peakland wild, both fierce and fair,
Your spirit lingers in the air,
A whisper soft, a call so deep,
In painted hills where echoes sleep.
Beneath a sky of brooding blue,
Where storm clouds dance and light seeps through,
The valleys stretch in golden hue,
A land of shadow, wild and true.
The rivers carve their silver thread,
Through ancient hills where legends tread,
Each blade of grass, each rugged stone,
A tale of time, a world unknown.
The wind hums low, a solemn tune,
Through moorland vast and heather strewn,
It sings of past, of dreams once made,
Of footsteps lost in mist and shade.
Dark cliffs rise high, their edges worn,
By rain and time, by tempests torn,
Yet sunlight spills in fleeting streams,
Like golden paths through waking dreams.
Oh, Peakland wild, both fierce and fair,
Your spirit lingers in the air,
A whisper soft, a call so deep,
In painted hills where echoes sleep.
The evening tide glides soft and slow,
A silver hush, a golden glow.
Reflections dance upon the sand,
The sea’s own brush in nature’s hand.
The rolling waves breathe in, breathe out,
A rhythmic song, a whispered shout.
The sky unfolds in painted hue,
Stormy grey and gentle blue.
No footprints last, no moment stays,
The water takes, the light betrays.
Yet here, where sea and heaven meet,
St Bees remains—serene, complete.
#StBees #CumbriaCoast #UKartist #landscape
The evening tide glides soft and slow,
A silver hush, a golden glow.
Reflections dance upon the sand,
The sea’s own brush in nature’s hand.
The rolling waves breathe in, breathe out,
A rhythmic song, a whispered shout.
The sky unfolds in painted hue,
Stormy grey and gentle blue.
No footprints last, no moment stays,
The water takes, the light betrays.
Yet here, where sea and heaven meet,
St Bees remains—serene, complete.
#StBees #CumbriaCoast #UKartist #landscape
Watergate Cornwall
#cornwall #cornishcoast #cornish #painting #ukartist #watergatebay