People sometimes ask me where my inspiration comes from...'Where do you get your ideas...?' they ask! (eek!...my knee jerk reaction would be to panic!)
My response always feels awkward as I try to respond and explain the feelings I get when walking in the Ercall and Wrekin woods in Shropshire (a stones throw away from my house).
Explaining to someone I've just met, my personal experience of stomping on this sacred earth...The smells of wild garlic, the immense carpet of bluebells, the rotting leaves, the deer. watching me, the insects exploring my face and getting up my nostrils, the contrast of the dark vertical stems of the trees against the horizontal branches, the ranges in colours as the seasons change...the absence of any human existence and the joy of being present in the moment...breathing it all in....It is so removed from the noisy art fairs and the sound of hundreds of voices chattering over their Prosecco.
Being in this place is my inspiration. I am part of these Wild, Wild Woods!
Walking the woodland is a place in which I can 'BE'.