There’s a certain kind of silence you only hear when you’re deep in the bush, not the absence of sound, but a presence. The rustle of leaves, the creak of trunks, birdsong in the distance. That’s where this series began.
First of all, how is is March already?! To say it's been a busy (dare I say hectic?!) start to the year is an understatement. I had a gradual return to work from mat leave at the end of last year, I eased back in with a few odd hours here and there - mostly painting for my solo show at Lon Retreat.