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  • The days are drawing in and the comforting warmth and brilliant light of summer is gradually being replaced with gales and rain. <br />
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The girl from the forest heads towards the light and pushes through the last trees, finding herself at the shore of a great lake.  The contrast between the stillness and relative silence of the trees is in stark contrast to the heavy weather fetching at speed across the water’s surface. It takes her by surprise, buffeting her tiny figure and she holds onto low branches for support. <br />
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Her hair blows wildly behind her in the wind and she is acutely aware of the rushes caressing her legs and spray from the waves pinpricking her naked flesh, but she revels in these sensations. Her senses are heightened and the place and the moment are a catalyst for her thoughts about her existence and a reminder that the cycle of the seasons is unavoidable and that nature is everything.
    When the Wind Blows
  • On her stone pulpit in the middle of vast open moorland stood a proud woman, her long hair blowing in the wind. It was as if she were addressing a crowd but she held her hands before her, covering her womanhood. I loved the contradiction. She became aware that I was watching and so as not to to cause her any awkwardness I started to walk away. She glanced at me for a few moments, studying me, before turning her head back towards the dark clouds now sweeping in from the sea.
    Studied
  • "Landscape Figures" Believable nudes in wild landscape<br />
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A major new exhibition, “Landscape Figures”<br />
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In 2011, the British Prime Minister catapulted professional landscape photographer, Glyn Davies, into the limelight after purchasing two of Glyn’s books as a personal gift for the Royal wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. What people did not know at this time is that Glyn had started working in his free time on a three year major project dealing with the subject of fragility and vulnerability of the naked human form in wild landscape.<br />
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The models are inexperienced volunteers from the general public, not photographic models, and they were asked to pose completely naked, all forms of protection removed, clothes, boots and equipment so that they became exposed physically and mentally to the elements, but sensually connected to the earth and nature. Glyn said, "I mostly wanted to place the exposed figures within bigger spaces but sometimes there was a need to place them in more intimate, closer landscapes"
    Wall of Fog
  • "She had been a long time in the cool, dark forest and she needed light. Her skin was pale and chilled, feeling taught across her muscles. Every delicate hair on her body was raised to retain her own heat..........."<br />
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For the full story, buy the book here: http://www.blurb.co.uk/b/7799527-landscape-figures
    Light Touches
  • Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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Bitter low cloud shrouded the mountain summit. She lay on the coffin shaped boulder, the cold rock surface pressing into the delicate skin of her back, warmth radiating upwards into the winter air. She said she felt a sense of calm in the blanketed silence of her situation, more aware than ever of her living connection to the earth and the elements.
    Waiting for Spirits
  • SUN (Shot Up North) Awards 2015<br />
1 of my 4 winning entries <br />
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Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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"Alone on a mountain top, surrounded by swirling cloud and the threat of heavy rain, a healthy young woman, soft and curvaceous, cowers from the elements in a rough, sharp, rocky outcrop. She is vulnerable, tiny and organic, but she also looks strong, inquisitive, almost daring - what if she were to face the weather, to leave her scant shelter? To stand naked on a wind blown summit, wrapped in vapour and then rain, is liberating in the extreme - a time to feel utterly exposed yet totally connected at the same moment, never feeling more at one with the great outdoors" 
    The Fear
  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention
    The Wader
  • This is one of my rare naughty nudes, because the woman was a boundary pusher. She had a wicked glint in her eyes and even though I had planned my own narrative for this image, she decided to adopt this pose. I love the way she took my idea and extended it with her own sexuality.<br />
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This image is about the irony of her situation, coming to a halt at the top of a sheer cliff face, fearful and uncertain about how to proceed.  Immediately behind her is dark woodland, full of spirits and shadowy characters. Her pose, however, is brazen, exposed and even inviting danger from the darkness.
    The Drop
  • Nominated image in the 13th Black & White Spider Awards 2018<br />
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An old tree appears contorted and tired. It sags under the weight of years of observation of time and events. Its smooth silver bark still reflects light even on a dull day and it continues to hold an attraction.<br />
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A lithe woman connected with its old arms, which supported her as she suspended herself. Her young figure curved to echo the old, as one, though she had witnessed so little in comparison. Her body stretched, her spine felt good and her shoulders strong.<br />
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As the wind blew, the tree creaked and the leaves rustled. Almost imperceptibly she started to move with the wind, gently swinging back and forth in the breeze. She was a brief beauty that would soon fall to the earth but in the meantime she was as magical as the tree itself, two very different lives as one.
    The Copse
  • Faults within faults, shadows form in darkness. The nude woman gently tests her footing on the slippery rock at the base of the cave, gripping hard edges to steady herself as she moves further into the vast wet chamber. Over millennia the force of the sea has exposed, pummelled and forced open the soft veins of this ancient stone but amazingly, in what seems almost perpetual night, life clings to the ribbed surfaces far inside. Sounds of the day are muffled, save for the relentless roar of the waves at low tide. It’s cool in here and the woman shivers in the damp air, her skin and muscles taut, her senses heightened to the strange environment. <br />
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In a moment she finds herself wading through a deep, smooth-bottomed pool and she inhales sharply as the water pushes between her open thighs. The water shallows and she feels painful hard pebbles and small boulders beneath her delicate feet. She is almost invisible now and only the crunching sound of the shingle reveals her location.  Then there is silence for a short while. As my eyes adjust, a gentle prick of light pierces the darkness beyond and gradually becomes more distinct. I now realise this is not just a cave it’s a tunnel. Across the small circle of light moves the slender silhouette of the woman and in a blink of the eye she was gone.
    The Dark Cave
  • Winning Entry in the 2014 Unlimited Grain 'Contest Award' - (Nudes category)<br />
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Biblical iconography for sure, but a true epiphany for the young woman volunteer, posing nude for the first time ever and feeling alive and connected to the high mountain environment that she had walked up into.
    The Commandment
  • There was a torrent of water in the narrow river powering down the dark valley. The sound was just audible from a distance, but up close it was noisy and relentless, yet at the same time captivating, mesmerising even.<br />
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I had seen the woman from the mountain ridge, swimming upriver from the valley below, like a salmon to its breeding ground. Every so often she was forced to stand, in order to navigate her way through the waterfalls that interspersed her ascent to the river’s source.<br />
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By the time I reached the valley floor she had temporarily left the water to stretch her lean muscles after such a magnificent effort. The air was warm and her wet skin started to dry in the gentle breeze. When the midges began to surround her, she re-entered the river, squeezed her naked body through large black boulders and in a moment, had slipped into a deep pool. The last I saw of her was no more than an undulating flash of pale skin under the dark water and then she was gone.
    The Caress of Air & Water
  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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After a two hour slog up from sea-level valley to mountain top, loaded with photo gear & warm clothing, we were made to feel humble by a young woman climbing nude to the summit itself. Her pale soft skin contrasted with the sharp, rough rock but with such purpose, grace and balance, as if a slow motion dance, we could see her muscles working as she pulled, stepped into and lay-backed the arete before standing tall at the highest point to feel the cool mountain-top breeze caressing her hot skin. Below her, we huddled up and drank coffee and ate sandwiches.
    The Arete
  • Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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"The woman stood motionless, or so it seemed, her feet slowly sinking into the sticky black leaf litter below the surface. There was hardly a breeze, no movement, just the occasional chirp from the Summer’s last Swallow, breaking the silence at this mountain lake. But when you look closely, you see ripples oscillating away from the woman’s body, continuing almost imperceptibly across the lake. Her energy, her life force was affecting the landscape in a clearly visible, tangible way, utter connection between our living organic form and the earth we come from.”
    Swallowed by the Lake
  • SUN (Shot Up North) Awards 2015<br />
1 of my 4 winning entries <br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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"I was lost in a forest and I felt alone and hemmed in. As I stood there feeling isolated, I heard the sound of snapping twigs and from out of the foggy fortress appeared a beautiful, powerful young woman but she struggled, ducking, twisting & contorting to avoid the sharp daggers all about her. As I watched her muscles work and flex to overcome obstacles, I realised just how tenacious we can be"
    Suffering Needles
  • Strength in Trees
  • “She wanted to see ‘them’, on the other side of the dunes. She silently, delicately stooped forward, then lay on her belly so that she’d not be seen, but so that she could secretly observe. Her little footprints would betray that she’d been there watching, but alongside her lay the footprints of a stealthy fox, now almost obscured by wind-blown sand, as hers would be too.”
    Something Foxy
  • Second of six images from my 'Genesis' series within the larger "Landscape Figures" project. <br />
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In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
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This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness.
    She shall be called Woman
  • There is a stark loneliness at this far-flung crag even in summer. The woman had been silently climbing the rocky crag to reach its flat top, where she crouched down to look around her. The slow turn of her head was the only movement in this still landscape but then she arose, her slender body illuminated by a ray of late afternoon sunshine. She turned to the light and stood on tiptoes before shouting into the breeze, “I can’t believe this! I’m alone on a mountain and I am completely NAKED! This is AMAZING!” She slowly rotated on her stone platform so that she could feel the warmth over every inch of her body and she revelled in the sensual experience of sun-warmed air flowing over her womanhood. She felt natural; she felt the rock; she loved the liberation and the open space. She was at one with the mountains.
    She Saw the Light
  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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“The wind blew hard across the rolling landscape but the winter rain drove harder, stabbing the skin of the earth and the flesh of the figure. The sky grew dark and the hills blackened, but a gentle beam of light continued to illuminate the woman, outstretched on the dune. A firm arm of soft sand pressed into her back, supporting her and the new life now growing inside her, positioning her to face the universe”
    Sensual Landscape
  • International Colour Awards 2015 - Honourable Mention in "Nudes" category<br />
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Life and death are intrinsically linked. The woman lies at the entrance to a womb and a tomb. The gigantic boulder moves in this tiny cove, sometimes blocking the tomb entrance and other times completely exposing Mother Earth. Her delicate figure may just have been born of the bleeding land, or maybe is ready for the next journey, awaiting the hand that will lift her lifeless form and free her spirit.
    On The Third Day
  • At high tide this is a vast stretch of wind-chopped sea. Small flocks of oystercatchers and turnstones skim across its surface as they wait for the spoils of low water and terns screech in the open sky before plunging into schools of small fish.<br />
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But now the estuary is empty, just acres of wet sand and silt remain. In the middle of this huge open space a woman lies recumbent in the afternoon sunshine. The last rivulets of brine silently flow past her beautiful wet body, every inch of her skin delicately textured with raised goosebumps. The sunlight and gentle breeze warmed her flesh and her salty skin became smooth.<br />
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That evening on my return journey, the tide was high once again. A lonely curlew gave its distinctive call as it flew inland to nest, and in the darkening gloom of dusk I saw movement out on the water. I focussed hard on the smooth curves amongst the small waves, and I saw a dark tail appear above the surface before the shape disappeared altogether. I can only assume it was a seal.
    Revealed at Low Tide
  • "It was too early in the year for the Skylarks, that take off in haste from #moorland grasses, singing for their lives after being disturbed. On this cold Spring evening, within a natural bed of lush grass, lay resting a delicate, #naked woman. I asked her if she was OK and she said “Yes, it’s surprisingly warm here in my nest, but thank you for asking”. The sun disappeared behind the distant hills, the air cooled dramatically and the woman closed her eyes, and slept"
    Nesting Season
  • Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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"In the beginning there was just rock - and then water - black lifeless water. There were no plants or birds or trees just a planet in waiting.<br />
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Dark water moves from ocean to gully, almost imperceptibly, and a woman takes tentative steps towards the light”
    Movement Above Inky Depths
  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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No one could see her, and she could see no one. Fog shrouded the open hilltop, soaking the grass and the heather. She relished the feeling of the cool vapour circling her body and she noticed only the gentle light from above.<br />
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Invisible within her elemental cloak of privacy, she felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment, a freedom to be herself. She wanted to dance naked and call into the void. At first she stretched, slowly and tentatively but the energy inside was bursting.<br />
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She extended herself to the limit, her fingertips measuring the breeze. She gracefully twisted her torso clockwise then anticlockwise and then leant backwards as far as she could, enjoying the sensation of her flexing muscles, supportive and strong.<br />
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She gently rose onto tiptoes and in a moment of euphoric liberation, sprang into the air, kicking out her feet and screamed into the weather. She felt more alive than ever.
    Mist Opportunity
  • On a high narrow pinnacle, hundreds of feet above the sea, backed by even larger towering cliffs behind, appears the tiny, fragile figure of a woman. Even though the wind is gusting, buffeting her, she stands resolutely facing the ocean. She is at the most westerly point of land and without assistance can go no further. She has reached a human boundary; the sea is not our domain. Cries of seagulls echo warnings in the nearby zawn.<br />
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The sharp lichen thriving in the clean sea air covers every inch of the gritty platform on which she stands. She feels it digging into the soles of her feet as she ponders the vast expanse of water before her. Beyond that on the distant horizon, her Avalon, from where dreams have appeared to her in powerful waves.
    Light at Lands End
  • Honourable Mention in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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"As I child I would spend hours rock-pooling, fascinated by the secret life within its depths, a microcosm of the ocean itself but these days the rock pools are sadly, symptomatically emptier. At low tide on this rugged coast I was therefore truly delighted to discover a woman sensuously enjoying flotation in a breeze blown rockpool, as she considered the universe above"
    Life in Rock Pools
  • “We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in the wind, that trees are travellers, in the ordinary sense. They make many journeys, not extensive ones, it is true; but our own little journeys, away and back again, are only little more than tree-waving’s, many of them not so much.”<br />
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From: ‘The Mountains of California’ by John Muir, New York. The Century Co. (1894). Chapter 10, ‘A Wind Storm in the Forests’
    In The Canopy
  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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This is the sixth of six images within my short 'Genesis' series from my "Landscape Figures" project and exhibition. After the loving connection of "And then there was light" this image was the after effect, the feeling utterly connected to everything, at one with the landscape and at peace with the world. <br />
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In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
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This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness.
    Life Connected
  • Nominee in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Nudes category)<br />
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Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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"I was fascinated by the multitude of different colours in the rock and the natural uterus shape within it's folds. The veins of rock are feeding the womb and the fact that life itself was born out of molten rock, is still mind-blowingly incredible.<br />
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There is a melancholy about the foetal position of this ageing man. He perhaps represents many for whom hope about the future, the sense that we have some important role on this planet, will maybe never be realised. We are still waiting to grow and be nurtured even in later life. <br />
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As a species, we seem to have learned little about how to live at one with the planet, the planet that gave us life and without which we do not exist. Ultimately, perhaps all we ever have are wild dreams and a tenacious need to feel relevant during this blip on earth we call life"
    In the Beginning
  • A delicate girl perches bird-like in the arms of an old tree.<br />
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She never really knew her mother, tragically torn away from her when she was no more than a baby.  But in a way, her mother still exists within every breath of her beautiful daughter. They were always connected; the blood and genes still flow and will continue to do so as mother becomes grandmother and daughter becomes mother.<br />
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The strength of the tree is as much in its roots as its wide trunk and thick branches. Even though twigs will break off and beautiful leaves fall to earth, the lifeline continues. The tree appears similar, even after the wonder of a million new leaves but that same original life flows into every one.<br />
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She likes it here, even in the bare nakedness of the tree’s winter form. She understands time. She can feel life beneath her feet and soon she will feel life within her womb. She knows that despite appearances, life goes on and her mother is always with her.
    In Mothers Hands
  • It was still winter, the rock was icy cold and the bitter rough surface of the curved rock, normally a sun-bed in summer, was freezing her skin. Yet, in the windless air, those afternoon rays of sunshine gave her some relief. She relished the pleasure and the pain and stretched out abandoned to the sensations. Her skin was tight, but textured to touch, thousands of goosebumps working hard to keep her warm.<br />
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I’d never seen anything so incredible, not just the amazing landscape but that it cradled such a gorgeous woman. I walked over to her, took hold of her hand and whispered, “You’re beautiful!" She turned towards me, smiled and we kissed, warmth burning between us in the rocky wilderness that we had found ourselves in.
    Heat On An Icy Rock
  • Life seems like an eternal struggle, our sense of peace and security is nothing more than a fragile veneer that can be shattered by others in an instant. I am always looking for the light beyond the darkness but sometimes the darkness is so pervasive, so heavy, that even the eternal light struggles to shine through. What I have discovered recently is that the most important light is not on the horizon but comes from within my partner. Even on my darkest days and at the scariest moments her light is bright, and she finds my love as bright. That deep compassion to be there for someone else, that sense of togetherness and working as a team against all odds, is truly a light in the dark, and helps us both to find the horizon.
    From Within
  • Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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SUN (Shot Up North) Awards 2015<br />
1 of my 4 winning entries <br />
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A winning entry in the MOMA Wales Tabernacle Art Competition 2015<br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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On a rocky mountain summit a young woman was about to fly. It was the first time she'd been up a mountain and the first time she'd truly 'felt' her world. Before taking off she revealed more.<br />
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She said that being naked made her feel truly connected to landscape. To be able to feel wind and rain, warmth and cold; to feel stone beneath your feet and wind in your hair. The truth of existence.
    First Flight
  • When I created this image I was acutely aware of the tantalising proximity of the sacred island, the final destination for so many thousands of pilgrims, yet separated by a notorious stretch of dangerous tidal currents. After journeying for months, this final hurdle must have seemed almost insurmountable for the travellers. Here on the cliff top a strong, lean, powerful female outstretches her arms like the redeemer. She lifts her heels off the ground and has complete faith that she will receive help. She will fly, be lifted and be carried across the water. She will be helped to realisation, helped to the knowledge she seeks. As the mists swirl over the island’s mountain summit and the tidal flow surges between the landmasses, this woman will find her way.  She will cross the divide either through divine intervention or sheer tenacity.
    Finding Paradise
  • 4th of 6 images from my desert series within the larger "Landscape Figures" project. <br />
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“In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
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This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness."
    Breathing Life Into Shadows
  • Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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"This is the land of legends & spirits, this is the land of tribes & survival. <br />
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Between two ancient mountains lies a bog, black and peaty, a cold trap. As dusk approaches and heavy weather moves over the peaks, a striking, powerful woman turns her head to the last rays of weak sunlight. As she moves, her pale body slowly sinks into the dark skin of the hill, the hill on which she was born half a century before"
    Before Darkness
  • She is powerful; a woman of the mountains, born below this very hill. Half a century on, she is once again naked and as amazing as the day she was born. Almost literally a part of the land, her figure echoes the terrain whilst the spirit of her childhood still whispers in the long grass. These mountains will exist millions of years beyond the blip of human life, but I sense that the spirits of those who have connected to this land will remain eternally.
    At Home On the Hill
  • "I couldn’t work out what was happening. I wasn’t sure whether she had been injured; was being rescued; had died or was being sacrificed! Whatever their purpose, his task was formidable carrying a seemingly lifeless figure up a steep mountain of sharp, rough rock, the sun blazing on his back and every boulder an energy-sapping obstacle to his final goal. It has always intrigued me, that as we go about our own daily lives, often worrying about one thing or another, that other people face their own huge challenges both emotional and physical, that often go unrecognised or appreciated by the rest of society. I just happened to be there at the time to witness this journey of the couple and I just hope the woman was okay. I shouted up to ask if they wanted help but he was oblivious to my call and seemed full of personal intent anyway"
    Ascension
  • Nominee in Nude / B&W Spider Awards 2017<br />
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SUN (Shot Up North) Awards 2015<br />
1 of my 4 winning entries  <br />
<br />
International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
<br />
Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
<br />
In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
<br />
This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness.
    And then there was Man
  • Fifth of six images from my 'Genesis' series within the larger "Landscape Figures" project. <br />
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In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
<br />
This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness.
    And then there was Light
  • The boulders feel cool and smooth to the touch, pressing into his body, supporting his limbs. Formed over eons rather than decades, rounded and smoothed by the forces of nature, buried and then uncovered only to be further eroded. There is similarity between all of them, yet each holds characteristics of their own. He lies amongst them, at one with them and they feel familiar and comforting to him.<br />
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Morning sunlight spills onto his naked body in this dark cove, warming his skin in contrast to the cold boulders beneath. He feels more alive than ever as he soaks up the heat. His chest rises and falls as he breathes. His fingertips gently touch the surrounding stones and he can feel an almost imperceptible change in their temperature too. He connects with geological time.
    Amongst Friends
  • "I stood waist deep in dark water in a mountain gorge. Drizzle permeated the air & everything was dank. The thundering noise of the waterfall at the far end was relentless & disturbing in this remote, surreal landscape but soon the sound intensified, almost deafening in the darkness, as the figure of a tormented man appeared, raising himself within the pummelling, punishing torrent"
    A Mountain Shower
  • "She was confused. She’d fallen into a deep sleep in a remote cove but as the morning sun broke over the shadowy headland she realised she was now in the open and clearly visible.<br />
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When she saw me huddled against the nearby rocks hiding from the biting Northerly wind, she froze and then scowled at me. She hadn’t been exposed to a man before but I talked reassuringly to her, and she soon came to understand that I posed no threat.<br />
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For maybe twenty minutes she alternated between swimming around the pool and pulling herself up onto the boulders to talk with me. She seemed to enjoy conversation. She loved her newfound confidence in being open in front of a man and she didn’t shy away as I asked her questions. I studied her as she studied me and we had an understanding of the fascination in each other.<br />
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As waves started crashing in on the advancing tide, she swam to the far end of the pool. She studied me intently one last time and with a flick of her powerful tail she leapt the rock barrier into the ocean and she was gone. I knew though that as our paths had now crossed, this wouldn’t be our only encounter with each other, and I was right"
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