Like in all the most interesting subjects for work the resonances are small and big at the same time. Big ones are about the place and the things there, small about the moments of my own life. My dad and his generation held a story that is shredding away into the past. I can hear and see that process happening. My childhood London was still broken by the second world war, buildings etched by shrapnel the intimate details of wallpaper, fireplaces and staircases hanging in the open air. You still find those marks of you know where to look, but as you’d expect, nobody looks.

I’ve just posted a new blog about the Shared Horizons project – Bill Brody and I will be working on the Isle of Skye in September – making paintings, drawings and prints about one of the oldest landscapes in the world. Somebody told me the Cuillins have the oldest surface rock anywhere.