My environment, the landscape that holds me, is entirely urban. I live in a large city, and like most cities, it seems intent upon erasing it's memories and replacing them with new ones. Fragments get left behind; small mementos with only part of their stories retained or inherent. Marks of the processes of a city, ie, run over, salted, stepped on, ignored. Sometimes it's a tiny unlooked at part of the city in a particular light, on a particular day that a I can only capture on paper.
Currently I'm exploring watercolour drawing media (full time-link to new drawings page coming soon). I love the combination of drawing and painting and I'd gotten to the point with my silverpoint drawings where I was lamenting the lack of colour. There are so many unexpectedly beautiful places in my city. To some it may be an old painted wall with a dirty piece of something leaning against it. I may see it that way as well, or not even see it until something clicks and it comes into focus. An inadvertent still life available to all who open their awareness.