Artist notes: Between spells of rain, the days seem to hang on a low, filtered autumn sun. Everything is heavy, slippery and muted against the wool of my sweater as I crouch low to the seabed between the sandstone reefs. The only bright spot is a blade of seaweed draping over the shells like garnish on a sushi plate.

Abstract shapes are filled with energetic marks and then wiped away, only to be scrapped back into yet again. In the end, lively figurative expression rules this landscape of small.