Description
A blue-green sketchbook sits at the edge of my studio desk. It is covered in decorative paper that is now frayed and tattered.
These marks are evidence of its travels, as far north as Shetland and as far south as the Isles of Scilly. Of days at sea and cycling across moorland. It has sat beside me on beaches and cliff tops, on small island planes and huge ferries, on trains and bicycles.
Going to places of old that I have revisited many times, as well as new destinations long lived in my imagination. Some of the pages are stained with Scottish rain and spilt coffees. This sketchbook holds scribbles and memories that tell the tales of still waters and wild waves.
Its pages are a record of a printmaker’s journey and they are at the heart of this book