Point No Point, is not an existential riddle, it’s a very special place.
When the soft needles on the larch turn bright yellow, there is no denying that it is the end of summer.and the end of the gardening season. November Larch Ablaze, 2015 11″ x 15″
Layer upon layer of green, the trees in the rainforest soar above the shrubs lining the Pacific coast.
Up close you can really see the detail of hand-embroidery. Inspired by the island at Botany Bay, British Columbia.
A skeletal running stitch to a fully-fleshed Tree and Moss on linen. Exploration of the Pacific West Coast, a slow and deliberate journey.
Perched on the edge of the pier, this humble shack called to me. Peering inside, I could make out a can of WD40 and odd bits of brightly coloured plastic, red, yellow, and green on the window ledge. These random artefacts might have belonged to a jug of paint thinner or a jar of peanut … More a shack