A field I know fills every spring with thousands of cowslips. Just before dusk the light turns them luminescent. I visit there to be in awe. One evening huge dark clouds bowled in and pressed themselves upon us. These drawings talk of this moment and my inner sense of foreboding – one the cowslips couldn’t break.
Pencil crayon and polished grate black on grey card.
Each 56cm x 76 cm each