A low sun with cloud hugs the horizon at the start of day.

My world of bright and shadow dark,

Your beauty born this early hour,

This tender dew of morning,

Whispered wash,

Sun soft upon this pillowed earth and cloud I rest,

It is as if all time is naught,

All life begins afresh.

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The beauty and power of nature's wilderness has been a constant source of inspiration to me since as far back as I can remember. I have gradually changed my focus in my imaginary sea and landscapes so they are now more an expression of my experience rather than a realistic representation of a place.

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This artscape forms part of the publication Sky and Cloud.

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