The coastal paths, the beaches with their views of the endless horizon, rocky shorelines, battered by wind driven waves that crash against the cliffs, the brooding skies heavy, moisture laden with a promise of rain
It’s amongst ancient woodlands full of trees with roots gnarled and twisted. The streams which burble over water worn rocks, light dancing through the leaves with light shows for those who take time to look.
They are my muse, I paint connections from my surroundings as they filter through me, carrying my thoughts, my emotions, my inner self and place them onto the canvas with oil and paint, I unwrap nature for those who wish to take the time to stop, rest and contemplate.
I am Fletch.