Hope

Oil on Canvas 104 x 104cm. Framed
We see a girl holding a dandelion clock walking through a beautiful woodland glade. Things aren’t what they seem. She is in fact a reflection, diaphanous, revealing what is behind her. Her own reflection is but a reflection also. She suggests memory, childhood, a certain liminality. A place in between now and then, where the seeds of hope and desires are ready, waiting for the breeze to carry them to new places. The feeling, when we encounter the moors and surroundings, of walking in so many footsteps whose dream took root and grew to be what we see around us today that will influence the moors of tomorrow.