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  • 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
  • "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
  • The air was warm but the sea was cool. A weak sunburst gently broke through the gloom on the horizon. There was hardly a drop of wind over the calm green sea so the wave surfaces were smooth and glassy. <br />
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There were a handful of motionless, statue-like figures at the water’s edge, small posts of resistance against the incoming tide, but one woman stood out. She was beautiful; lightly tanned skin; petite but womanly figure; long, wet, bedraggled hair and clearly the most youthful of shoreline sculptures. Her head was tilted backwards so she could neither see behind her, nor me watching. I noticed an almost imperceptible tremble in her limbs as the wave energy approached her. Involuntarily her figure lifted as she rose to her feet whilst the wave wrapped higher around her legs, from calves, to thighs to buttocks - her arms tensed, balancing herself but also in defiance of the coolness of the water engulfing her body. As the wave fizzled on the sandy shoreline her body relaxed once more, before repeating the process. We often fear what we can’t see, but so often the unexpected can bring delight, excitement and the thrill of the new; of being alive and connected to the earth and water.<br />
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From my "Landscape Figures" project
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  • 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
  • It's too easy to make mistakes when we think we've nearly finished. Complacency and over-confidence are often our downfall, and we must never take our eyes off where we are going if we are to realise our final objective. <br />
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"Landscape Figures" explores the relationship between organic human figures and a notional 'wild landscape'. Although the nude is vital to the project and integral within the images, the images are not just ‘nudes’ – they are landscapes and stories. In a way they are just simple, beautiful, dreamlike visual questions
    Final Moves
  • In this variation of 'the beginning', a unique and isolated woman is powerful, assured in her sense of place and happy with her life.<br />
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The man is alone too, existing rather than living. The realisation that he is suddenly not alone intrigues him. He is captivated by the idea of someone to share his world. He struggles up the constantly shifting sand, one step up, two steps back, focussed upon reaching, touching, understanding this strange, beautiful being above him who embraced the elements. <br />
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She absorbs the natural energy and revels in the spirit of her environment, but he finds purpose in his life and will tenaciously overcome anything to make connection with her. Together, although they don’t know it yet, they will be as one, a perfect balance of wisdom, spirituality, tenacity, compassion, affection and emotional need for each other. They will feel love and will have found a new purpose for living. What they instil in their new creation, will determine a parallel world to that in which we now exist, a better world. <br />
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"Landscape Figures" explores the relationship between organic human figures and a notional 'wild landscape'.
    The Approach
  • The sunlight was intense, an all encompassing blanket of dry heat, but here in the bushes a gentle breeze rustled the foliage of wispy trees, creating a coolness in the shade. I was warned about this place, and that I needed to tread carefully to avoid all manner of crawling insects and venomous creatures that thrive in this secluded habitat. Every leaf and even the dead twigs on the ground could all be a hiding place for them.<br />
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So as I beat my way along the overgrown path I was taken-aback by what I stumbled across, lying curled up in a patch of sunlight, pale, delicate skin pressed close against the rough ground and sharp leaf litter. There was no obvious movement, just a slight flex of the muscles upon feeling the vibration of my footsteps. I didn’t know how to proceed as I certainly didn’t want to create any disturbance, and I had no idea what the response would be if woken, so I decided to back-track and find a new way around. I became acutely aware that I really did need to watch every step I took in this African scrubland, as you never know what surprises are at each turn. <br />
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From Glyn Davies’s ongoing book and exhibition project Landscape Figures
    Step Carefully on the Path
  • Nominee in Nude / B&W Spider Awards 2017<br />
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There is always something special and deeply sensuous about touching wild water. The woman stretched her body and gently, slowly, rolled across the wet sand with no more than an inch of water beneath her slender body. Her long raven hair whipped in the warm West wind blowing down the estuary from the sea beyond the dunes. She revelled in the feelings; embraced by the elements; sinking her fingers into the saturated earth and pressing her flesh against the estuary, becoming a part of it, connected to it, supported by it. Droplets trickled over every inch of her body making the wind feel cool, goosebumps raised on her delicate skin, making her even more sensitive to the air around her. She was invigorated, purified.
    A Roll In Landscape
  • My fifth book, following a four year project exploring nude figures in wild landscape.<br />
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Signed copies from Glyn's gallery are £149 each or direct from the printing company at<br />
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This hardback 122 page book contains 54 x A4 images plus associated full captions to the images, and an introduction and index. <br />
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Since 2011 photographer Glyn Davies has spent much of his personal time photographically exploring the relationship between nude human figures and the ‘notional’ natural landscape.<br />
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The nude in landscape is nothing new as a genre, but Glyn wanted to create images with a subtly different emphasis. Nudes in landscape are often about the beauty or pose of extremely beautiful professional models, and without the model there is sometimes nothing left. As a landscape photographer Glyn wanted the landscape to be as important as the nude itself, and the figure had to have a relevant connection to that landscape.<br />
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The subjects were not professional models but volunteers who had shown an interest in the concept. As the project developed it clearly confirmed that there is an important sensuous, sometimes sensual connection between a naked person and their environment, an empowering connection generally prevented by or concealed when wearing clothes.<br />
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Almost without exception the volunteers found the experience to be life affirming and liberating. For many this was the first time that they had felt completely at one with the earth.<br />
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“Although the nude is vital to the project and integral within the images, the images are not just ‘nudes’ but landscapes and stories. In a way they are just simple, beautiful, dreamlike visual questions” <br />
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Glyn Davies 2014
    Landscape Figures - Nudes in Wilderness
  • "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
  • "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"
    The Apparition
  • Evening light illuminates a vast tract of tall marram covered dunes. In the lee of a cool, stiff breeze, two lovers entwine their bodies, heat against heat, warm skin pressed against warm skin, connected as one and oblivious to the stabbing of the needle like grass all about them.<br />
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Shadows rise and fall over their shallow nest in this vast wild landscape as clouds scud by, but in one moment of true glory, rays of sunshine bathe them in warmth as their own heat subsides. There is something just so pure about making love completely naked in the wild, utterly connected in every sensual way to the Earth, the plants and the elements that give us life and enable us to make life.
    Love In the Breeze
  • 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
  • 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
  • “It’s the season of mist and fog, as remnants of warm air linger throughout autumn and into winter, caressing the cooling, softened landscape. Yet the weather can still be uplifting for those who are aware, for the gentle flow of condensed air carries resonant memories of sunny days, laughter, friends and cold wine. Ahead we look forward to the new life that spring brings and we build powerful and positive dreams for hot days to come and another clothes free summer. <br />
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So winter is neither frightening nor negative, though understandably will be for some poor souls, but in it’s own way it’s a dramatic and wonderful cleansing, wiping the slate clean for the year ahead. For those of us lucky enough to be healthy & able, we should revel in the sensuous conditions of autumn and wrap ourselves in its elemental cloak to truly feel connected to the changing seasons.”
    Mist Touches
  • 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
  • There is something about being on a precipice, physically and metaphorically, that divides me. Part of me fears the void, fears the drop, yet it also fascinates me. At the same time I feel closest to life, to the amazing things, to good things, joy, happiness and elation. The precipice is a border, a fine line between the end or the future, it’s the stuff of dreams. At first I didn’t even notice the woman, petite, fragile, pale, leaning backwards against the cold rock, a thousand foot drop on three sides of her. But as my eyes focussed on this minuscule organic body in the centre of vast and ancient landscape I saw that she was basking in the afternoon sunlight, her arms spread wide and face towards the universe above. She seemed calm, content, giving herself up to the awareness of space, distance, earth and solitude, a spiritual awareness not of God but of her own existence.
    Exposed to the Light
  • Looming out of the fog-shrouded barren landscape thrusts a granite tor.<br />
Once molten earth, but now ancient stone carved by eons of wind, rain and acid erosion.<br />
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A woman delicately ascends the slippery, lichen covered blocks, her soft skin vulnerable to the gritty surface, grazing her as she climbs. She stands on the summit, the highest point around, the wind whipping her hair across her face, and horizontal drizzle soaking her exposed body. She scans her surroundings looking for any signs of others, but there was no one. She was totally alone amongst the stones.
    Alone in the Stone
  • "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
  • Born in Africa this young woman is at home where the wind-blown desert sands meet the cold Atlantic ocean. She feels at one with this place. She revels in the mixed sensations of the burning heat on her torso, gales tossing her hair and even the stinging of the sharp sand against her ankles. She hears the sound of heavy waves piling on the vast shoreline and she can hear Terns calling high in the sky above. Behind her, a tablecloth of swirling cloud builds over the mountains, marking the zone where the warm Agulhas Current of the Indian Ocean meets the cold Benguela current of the Atlantic. This is a vast and unforgiving landscape but it is hers and she owns it.
    Burning Hot in African Winds
  • Honourable Mention in the 2016 (11th) Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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“It was a warm overcast evening, but delicate strokes of sunlight occasionally filtered through the grey blanket. Its was silent; even the waves barely murmured and the seabirds must have been at roost for there were no calls. In the middle of a rock pool rose a large coffin shaped stone. I lay across its cool surface, acutely aware of the minutest of breezes, the slippery weed below my body but also eroded smoothness of this natural landscape. I lay there for almost an hour until the fast advancing tide swirled around my rock bed, and the sea caressed my fingers and toes, ready to take me, to float me away. It was a wonderful sense of existence”
    At Rest
  • 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
  • Once the refuge for renegade tribes, this harsh, jagged-rock landscape is now a place of peace and isolation. The fierce winds whistle and howl their way around the towers of this natural stone fortress, but apart from the occasional call of the Raven, or the drifting chat of the occasional hill walker, this place is more remote than ever, perhaps a days walk from the nearest habitation.<br />
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With the wind blowing her hair, and deliberate careful footsteps, she softly, silently padded up the rough rock pinnacle, as a lioness would, to survey her territory from the highest point in the area. History flooded around her.
    The Fortress
  • "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
  • 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
  • The wind was blowing in from the west and with it came drizzle. The lake was vast and waves fetched from the persistent breeze. The reeds rustled as they bent in the gusts towards the figure of a beautiful young woman.<br />
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I stood in the darkness of the forest edge, watching nature move all about me. The boughs of the trees creaking, twigs snapping against each other and even the sound of the tiny surf crashing on the lakeshore. The woman seemed to be the only motionless object in this blustery, dull weather.
    At The Lake Side
  • 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
  • In this ancient Welsh cave, eroded by eons of nature’s attack, it feels hard, solid and eternal nevertheless. The headless organic figure shows our irrelevance to the bigger world. This microscopic virus will do what it will do, it will kill and decimate communities in the same way as so many viruses before. Whether it’s the climate, forces of nature, bacteria or viruses, our place on this earth is fragile and finite - we are never really in control of our future. <br />
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We can be so beautiful, wonderful, creative and innovative, but without love, human touch, close relationships and socialising, human life seems little more than billions of organisms struggling to survive. Our whole life is over in a fraction of a microsecond in geological time, so I hope for all of us, that we find a vaccine soon so that we can once again become the full human beings that we all need to be.
    Rock Bottom
  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Nude category) <br />
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“It was dusk and a gentle mist hung in the valleys, illuminated only by the last glimmer of Autumnal daylight. There was delicate moisture in the air and a slight dampness on the short grass surrounding the rock. Rich, earthy smells surrounded me, from the bracken and ancient woodland adjacent to the outcrop. Above the sound of a gurgling brook I could hear a thrush singing somewhere in the distance. Apart from that there was relative silence; no cars, no planes, no groups of chatty ‘ramblers on a mission’, just me in what felt like a lost valley. I was alone and had found perfect solitude. <br />
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I enjoyed the feeling of the cool, almost prickly, sheep-mown grass on the soles of my feet, but the rock was warm having basked during a day of unbroken sunshine under clear blue skies.  Although the rocky outcrop looked smooth from a distance it was rough beneath my skin, making my body feel vulnerable to its sharp surface. I enjoyed the sensation nevertheless, feeling utterly and intimately connected to ‘my’ rock, a rock carved by glaciers millions of years ago, scratched and smoothed by the weight of ice, but today it was just me, an insignificant speck on the planet. Yet the planet means everything to me; I feel it, see it, and hear it. It provides for me, nourishes me and I am a part of it nevertheless. <br />
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As the melody of the Song Thrush drifted away, I lay relaxed, supine, as much of my skin surface in contact with the rock as I could manage, facing the darkening universe above. The rock supported me, it seemed as if the Earth itself was carrying me, a fragile, perishable organic figure, exposed to the air and the elements but wonderfully connected to the land"
    Then Came Autumn
  • In such unsettled, and in many ways dark times for the future of the human species, and nature in general, this image represents a visual snapshot of a reality. We are fundamentally nothing more than small organic creatures, a part of nature but not bigger than it or more important than it. The air, the water and the earth nourish us and give us life yet the more we divide the land, obsess about money, material goods, wealth, power, domination and war, the more we destroy nature, the environment and ultimately ourselves. Is there any other species that so knowingly destroys what it needs to exist. Look at the woman, study the tiny human figure and then look at the bigger picture, the earth itself. If such an intelligent species can bring about it’s own destruction, then it really will be a brave new world for whatever survives.
    Brave New World
  • 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
  • It’s tempting to believe that it’s easy to ascend above broken ground, as we clasp the rock and look to the light. Without diligence though and an acute awareness of our vulnerable position on our climb towards a purer level of existence, it only takes one wrongly placed foot and there’s a frightening slippery slope back to a dangerous reality.<br />
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“Although the nude is vital to the project and integral within the images, the images are not just ‘nudes’ – they are landscapes and stories. In a way they are just simple, beautiful, dreamlike visual questions”.
    Slippery Slope
  • 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
  • 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
  • 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
  • She had travelled oceans and her body had ploughed through waves. She had baked in tropical sunshine and been whipped by Arctic winds. Enough was enough. She needed earth beneath her feet and the firmness of land for security. Under the cover of dusk she silently slipped from those she protected and headed for the cliff tops.  <br />
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As they headed to sea on the morning tide, she could hear the calls of an unnerved crew hoisting sails. She felt guilty but her new journey was enchanting and she smiled secretly as the grasses blew around her ankles.
    The Missing
  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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Innocence in a dark world where being nude outdoors is seen as sinful. That fact that she was conceived by two naked people; born into the world naked, from her mother’s naked body seemed not to have a bearing on her freedom to enjoy this most natural state. As a young child she would run carefree on the open beach, delighting in not having to wear clothes. She saw other children happily playing naked there, equally without sin - just joyful, smiling and friendly - all enjoying an intimate natural connection to the amazing world that they had been introduced to.<br />
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But as her body developed and her breasts grew, she was expected to cover up. The world now saw immorality in her naked maturity; her nudity became frowned upon; people couldn’t bear to acknowledge her new sexuality or even gaze upon her natural form, fearful of their own sexual confusion and self-control. Her beautiful body must always be covered up, never revealed to others. The incredible and life affirming experience of being naked outdoors had become dirty and immoral – both her body and her real character were now hidden.<br />
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Up here on a hillside however, a bright light appeared, slowly burning through the heavy clouds and she found herself nude. She felt the short grass beneath her feet and gentle sunshine on her back as she stretched her naked body once more, revealing herself completely to the earth, the sky and the elements. She stood on tiptoes, aching to be lifted upwards. She wanted to show the world that she was still alive, still innocent, even in her naked form. There was a discernible aura around this woman and I sensed her natural existence had just been spiritually validated.
    The Revelation
  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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This young mother had never been up a mountain before let alone naked, but she showed such strength, in physique and character. Beneath her flesh you could see her muscles flexing and stretching; holding her steady; providing her with the balance and mobility she needed in this new adventure. As she climbed she felt the contrast between the early morning sunlight warming her back and, on her breasts, the coolness of the gentle breeze that swirled the clouds around the summit. She was on a mission and revelling in it.
    Pushing Limits
  • 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.jpg
  • 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
  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention<br />
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This is a self portrait and it’s just so apt for how I feel during the height of Covid lockdown here in Wales. <br />
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I’m struggling to cope with the lockdown to be honest, as all the things that I need in my life for my mental sanity, I can’t hug, touch, visit, immerse myself in, or love. I’d tried to be positive at the start hoping it would be just a few weeks before a vaccine was discovered and we’d get back to some sort of normality, but it’s now clear that my life could be changed for months or years and I don’t think I’ll cope well with that duration.<br />
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With my partner being a front line intensive care nurse working with Covid patients, and with some friends and family members who are quite vulnerable, I’m not prepared to raise two fingers to the authorities and do my own thing, unlike like some others I’ve heard about, but my God I AM so bored after 9 weeks of doing none of the things I need to be doing to make me ME. I feel I’m losing my identity as well as my mental balance.
    Up Against the Wall
  • 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
  • “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
  • “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
  • 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
  • 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
  • Above me the canopy of an historic forest, leafy and green. Life sprouts from the twigs and branches of the old, twisted trees. In the humid, morning heat, midges were abundant, silently irritating - biting exposed flesh. Even with burning sunshine baking the treetops, the forest floor held shadows. It was silent apart from the gentle buzz of hoverflies and honeybees. <br />
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Between light and dark, coolness and heat stood a lithe young male, arching upwards and backwards, his own limbs mimicking the tree on which he tiptoed, blended, connected and in balance – with everything. He remained unbitten, unfazed and confident in his masculinity and strength. He moved away from me swiftly, gracefully, focussed on his search for Eve.
    Almost Eve
  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention<br />
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In this lonely valley nestles a large but often calm lake. Reeds puncture the glassy smooth surface and there is silence, apart from the occasional bleating of Welsh mountain sheep, or the call of a raven over the hillsides. This woman is so bird-like in stature, so graceful and slim that she reminds me of the heron which frequents this place. She stands motionless on her rock, mimicking the beautiful bird, ready to dive at a moments notice, but in the meantime just embraces the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun.
    The Wader
  • 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
  • I was intrigued that no matter how ‘modern’ the human race has become, how supposedly civilised, advanced and intellectual, some basic human essentials remain, breathing, eating, making love and giving birth, indeed perhaps really, the main reason any of us exist. <br />
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It therefore seemed apt that this heavily pregnant woman lay as naked as the day she was born, giving birth, her breasts and belly echoing the shapes of the hills surrounding her, and water, the natural element so essential to all of life, calm and tranquil in front of her. <br />
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“The Birthing Pool” is the ideal, a visual depiction of how we truly start life, but stripped of the trappings of modern culture. A genuinely natural beginning, at one with nature, a nature that so many try to isolate themselves from, the moment they become self aware, more’s the pity.
    The Birthing Pool
  • In this lonely valley nestles a large but often calm lake. Reeds puncture the glassy smooth surface and there is silence, apart from the occasional bleating of Welsh mountain sheep, or the call of a raven over the hillsides. This woman is so bird-like in stature, so graceful and so slim, that she reminds me of the heron which frequents this place. She delicately points each foot into the lake so as not to overly disturb its surface and even in the act of doing this mimics the beautiful creature. She turns to face the light, her front feeling the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun, as the cold water clasps her legs. She stands motionless, embracing these sensations as I watch her.
    Sensual Immersion
  • 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
  • In an old woodland deep in the heart of ancient Britain, a young couple lie together upon deep, lush moss, under a delicate winter canopy of spindly trees. The air is cold and the sunlight weak, but in it’s low rays the lovers hold each other close, sharing body warmth through intimate touch. As they make the closest connection possible in this magical, enchanted forest, silently observed by the spirits of people and community gone by, they don’t feel the cold, only life, love and peace.
    Enchanted
  • Lost in a dark and very ancient valley, a man gives up hope, wandering barefoot and directionless. He leans back against a tree, his head in his hands and he doesn’t see the trunk bend to accommodate him, to ease the pain, to cradle him. He doesn’t see the hawk like face in the stone of the stream behind him, opening her eyes, aware that another creature had spiritually connected. The dark hills crowd around but he doesn’t realise that they are buffering the cold wind. The grass is short and soft and he is hardly aware of the warm carpet it has provided. He remains curled as the gurgle of trickling water in the brook pacifies him. A blackbird sings a melody in nearby woodland before a silent dark blanket gently pulls overhead. By dusk he finds peace and a sense of direction. He stands up, walks tall and purposefully and is suddenly acutely aware that he’s been comforted by nature, at one with the earth and in his natural element.
    Comforted by Nature
  • It was mid-winter and I found myself wandering in dark, ancient mountains. Amongst ice-cold waterfalls, with snow clinging to patches of nearby riverbank knelt a woman hunting for fish. However when I studied her more closely, I noticed that she was actually looking at her own reflection in the water, gently tracing the outlines of her face with her fingertips on the mirrored surface.<br />
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So delicate, tiny and primitive looking in her surroundings, but through the simple act of recognising one’s self, one’s existence, she was utterly connected to her hostile environment.
    Against All Odds
  • 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
  • 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
  • Strength in Trees
  • In stark contrast to the dark limbs of the tree behind, a mother lays in warm sunshine between shadows of death either side of her. As the earth turns, the shadows slowly move and touch her nakedness but she isn’t perturbed. She is basking in life and she sensuously stretches her body, twisting and turning her torso to match the patterns of light and dark, to savour the sensation of heat against cold, but also to feel the grass and leaves rubbing against her as she does so. This is a mother who conceived her child in the woodland and gave birth in this very clearing, opening her legs, enabling her child to breathe the pure air of this intense new environment, where life and death are natural partners, a wonderful and calm microcosm of the bigger world beyond.
    Life in Dark Shadows
  • Sensuous Appreciation
  • Sunlight dappled through the woodland canopy, creating a richly coloured theatre in the round within the nature below. Summer warmth was exiting Stage Left. There was a buzz in the woodland auditorium, from a system of seemingly motionless Hoverflies, and a songful Blackbird gave a curtain call after devouring Blackberries ahead of Winter. Not to be upstaged, two Chaffinches on the wing could be heard calling to each other whilst flitting between trees.<br />
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The nymph moved gracefully and silently through the Autumn bracken from green room to centre stage, her steps cushioned by lush, soft undergrowth. Her flesh connected with the trees and she gently rubbed her thigh against a soft, moss-covered trunk before sliding her hands up and around the growing wood. Her body savoured the sensual sensation and she looked to the Gods in thanks but to me, watching from backstage, she was no fallen star but a minor goddess in her own limelight"
    Woodland Nymph
  • 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.
    Drying Out in the Dark Valley
  • As the days draw shorter, and a coolness inhabits the shadows, the woman relishes moments when she can step into increasingly-rare pulses of late Autumn sunshine. She feels the cold, rough sharpness of her rocky perch and the sapping of heat from her back, but on her front she welcomes the contrasting warmth of the weak sunshine. It’s going to be a long winter, but she has revelled in a rich summer and knows she will survive the darkness.
    A Curvaceous View
  • Figurehead
  • "The contrast between the sharpness of the huge rocky cliff and the delicate fragility of the female form in this image creates a tension - not just from the fear of cuts and slices from the knife-like edges, but also due to the apparent melancholy of the woman with such colourful sunlit surroundings. You'd think she was a modern day cavewoman but really, as Summer draws close she represents a wide held feeling or sadness about returning home after the universal joy of travel, sunshine and warmth, We all dream about our next naked adventure in the great outdoors before we have even finished the present"
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  • 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
  • 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
  • A tree torn from the ground became a vessel on the ocean, before being left high and dry on a Spring tide. The roots that anchored this living organism, that kept it upright and strong are now just a twisted mass of dead truncated limbs but this once was a thing of great beauty. She lay supine across it’s lifeless trunk, feeling the still coarse bark pressing into her living flesh, creating sensation long after it's death. Her own feet touched the soft grass and she felt the breeze ruffling her long hair. The wood was warm, heated by the same sunshine that bathed her own torso; life and death sharing the same light; the same energy; the same space and with their limbs intertwined, almost the same form.
    Morpheus Dream
  • Nothing is forever. The rock, millions of years old, is gradually being eroded away, battered and smoothed by repeated attrition from waves, pebbles and sand. There is beauty in it transformation, smooth forms now replace harsh jagged edges and identifiable shapes, faces and objects appear as joints are exploited and widened. <br />
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A huge chair has appeared in a tiny cove, pale and curvaceous like the woman of the cove. At each low tide she can be seen sitting there on it’s rounded granite cushion, surveying her environment, enjoying the breeze in her hair and the warm sunshine on her naked skin. <br />
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This chair has seen many angels, healers and mermaids and although this woman is the blink of an eye in geological terms, when she has returned to the sea another wonder will take her place. It’s always been the way at this magical cove.
    The Chair Woman
  • 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
  • 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
  • Sometimes the world is just too hot, and in the heat there is an urgent need for shade, for ease, for peace, for sanctuary. I find myself in need of more shade these days, but there is now less available than ever. We are destroying ourselves and I find myself fading.
    A Need For Sanctuary
  • After years of incubation within the protective forest, a woman slowly emerged and began to make sense of her connection to her mother, Earth, and life itself.
    The Hatching
  • Down in the valley, in an isolated farmhouse, paces a shadowy man. Torn between living a depressing reality, trapped by the expectations of ‘normal’ society, or crossing into another existence with his exciting, passionate wild woman, waiting for him high up on the windswept moors. Will he strip himself of his dark clothes and find true happiness, freedom, and peace with her or will he remain weak & shackled like so many others, unable to find their true destiny?
    Weathering Heights
  • She felt the solitude; she was alone and content to be so. She could walk for hours if she wanted to, without finding another soul. In a clearing in the dark woods grew a special tree, ancient and distorted, its wise old boughs now a large hand, enticing, beckoning. <br />
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She silently climbed onto its palm and slowly eased her legs either side of a thick branch, a large mossy finger now pressing into her. She abandoned herself to the sensuality of her position. The sticky heat of the day endured and as she lay there, gasping the warm air, she felt the first drops of perspiration trickling down her flesh.
    Intimately Connected
  • The Water Margin<br />
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Water represents so many things to different people & different cultures but without doubt, the sea surface is an interface to a different world, a world in which we can’t survive as a human without man made help, other than exploring a few feet of the surface for short periods of time. For many water-goers what lies beneath remains an often irrational fear, especially in the safer waters of the UK, and one of those fears is being touched by seaweed from the depths below. So in this image a woman confronts her fears, immersing herself in the rock-strewn, choppy, dark, seaweed-abundant cove, stretching herself so that every inch of her naked body remains in contact with the very things that conjure anxiety. As she rolls and turns with each small wave and feels the weed embracing her limbs, she understands that the very things she feared were in reality something to celebrate.
    The Water Margin
  • As the weeks passed, the crowds disappeared, and by the last day of Autumn the beach was empty.<br />
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Gentle but cold Northerly winds blew across the vast open sands and the only sounds she could hear were the crashing waves and the shrill call of an Oystercatcher across the sea. <br />
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The water was cold now, and her memories of basking naked with friends in the summer heat seemed an eternity away from her lonely ponder along the shore today …. And yet, her need for the ocean, to feel the sand beneath her feet and the breeze in her hair remained a yearning within her, a place for her soul to feel connected to the planet. She was grinning despite the transition to winter.
    Winter's Coming
  • "I was off the beaten track amongst acres of dark, ancient trees. As is often the case in these environments, it's possible to 'sense' clearings in the forest simply by watching out for changes in illumination. These open windows burn with light from the skies above so I headed in that direction. She was lithe, sensuous and beautiful, basking on a lichen-covered rock. She luxuriated in the contrast between the cool stone beneath her arched back and the warmth of afternoon sunshine bathing her loins.<br />
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She was alone in her own space, far from the multitudes, simply enjoying the wonder of the nature around her.  Nothing concerned her for she was the apex creature in this world. A Stonechat chirped in the distance and two Ravens called to each other in flight above. Tiny summer flies moved silently from shadows to light and the sound of bees collecting pollen, hummed in the still air.
    The Lioness
  • Hannah at Aber Menai - whilst being filmed for ITV Wales series - The Strait
    After the Flood
  • Nominated image in the 13th Black & White Spider Awards 2018<br />
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The early morning light shimmered off the wet sands of the estuary. Noisy waders skimmed over the wide flats in the hunt for feeding grounds. Dark clouds brewed ominously on the horizon behind us and gathered slowly over the mountain peaks.<br />
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The woman had walked towards me from the distant sand dunes, aware that the tide was rising rapidly, flooding the expanse of the bay behind her. She stood at the water’s edge, long grasses puncturing the the smooth mirror rising around her. She felt the first chill of the breeze from the weather front and clasped herself, yet the sea was still warm after summer rays. She gently, though purposefully stirred the water with her feet, crossing one leg in front of the other as she did so, enjoying the sensation of liquid resistance against her skin. I studied the ripples flowing away from her, small waves of her spiritual energy connecting with me and the shoreline. As the tide rose to her thighs the mud softened beneath her. Under now darkening skies she continued on her journey, passing me by and heading for the sheltered woodland behind me.<br />
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Taken whilst being filmed for the ITV series ‘The Strait’ being broadcast from 5th January 2018
    Gently Stirring the Tide
  • Between lands, between cultures she is unchained and free; defiant and assured, confident and young. She feels the cold wind upon her body but she braves the elements and only she decides when to leave and where to go. She rides life like a wave.
    Strait to the Sea
  • Landscape Figures project
    Sparkling Spring Water
  • Most of my images have featured the individual in relation to their natural environment, but this most recent image contains three nude figures, creating a narrative (or narratives) which should be open to interpretation by different viewers. <br />
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For me as the artist I was fascinated by these naturally occurring caves in huge sea cliffs, caves which really look as though they are dwellings not geological formations. In the early evening sunlight, naked, vulnerable human beings emerge from the caves and revel in the heat of the sunlight and the warmth of the rock of their environment. It was as if I were watching a wildlife programme whilst observing my naked volunteers in this imposing cliff landscape. I like that the rock separates each of the figures, so that they'd be almost unaware of each other, but in the lower caves a man and a woman make a loving connection albeit fragile, whilst in the higher cave a lone female looks towards the light and companionship.
    Scene at the Bare Caves
  • The sun had long set, but in the gathering dusk the subtle hues still looked beautiful. There was barely a breath of wind and only the gentlest of soft ripples radiated across this false bay. A young couple slowly and quietly beached a canoe on a distant pebble bank, two micro figures in a vast watercolour landscape.
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  • A gentle evening light; it didn’t last long.<br />
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A weather front advanced across the horizon and the brilliance of the sunshine subdued and cooled. An army of figures marched the trek from car park to lighthouse, a pilgrimage for many.<br />
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For me however the sheer wonder of Llanddwyn is not the manmade structure on the island of lovers, but the incredible beauty of the natural; the huge wind-formed dunes covered in swaying marram grass, back-dropped by the skyline of wonderful Welsh mountains. <br />
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The lighthouse is an objective but the dunes are true beauty.
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  • After two amazing days of rock climbing in near 20º sunshine here in North Wales, I found myself walking on Llanddwyn Beach after work today, revelling in the unusual weather conditions. If global warming meant more lovely days like this all year round, with no negative impacts, I’d say bring it on!!<br />
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The sea was very calm indeed, but as usual the Malltraeth side offered some small but fast waves, crashing against the evening sunlit cliffs. Dozens & dozens of lemming like figures dotted the dunes, rocks and forest edge, all focussing their beady eyes on the setting sun.
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  • In the darkest of times, needles of sunlight pierce blankets of blue winter, illuminating theatrical interplays on the earth below. Tiny little figures show the enormous scale of this mountainous stage,. You don't see these wondrous moments until they are floodlit by the universe above.
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  • After two amazing days of rock climbing in near 20º sunshine here in North Wales, I found myself walking on Llanddwyn Beach after work today, revelling in the unusual weather conditions. If global warming meant more lovely days like this all year round, with no negative impacts, I’d say bring it on!!<br />
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The sea was very calm indeed, but as usual the Malltraeth side offered some small but fast waves, crashing against the evening sunlit cliffs. Dozens & dozens of lemming like figures dotted the dunes, rocks and forest edge, all focussing their beady eyes on the setting sun.
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  • After two amazing days of rock climbing in near 20º sunshine here in North Wales, I found myself walking on Llanddwyn Beach after work today, revelling in the unusual weather conditions. If global warming meant more lovely days like this all year round, with no negative impacts, I’d say bring it on!!<br />
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The sea was very calm indeed, but as usual the Malltraeth side offered some small but fast waves, crashing against the evening sunlit cliffs. Dozens & dozens of lemming like figures dotted the dunes, rocks and forest edge, all focussing their beady eyes on the setting sun.
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  • From a lofty hilltop two hundred or more feet above the sea at North Anglesey, we could smell the sea air. Wave crests were breaking into spindrift and salty spray was funnelled up gullies in the cliffs below to fill our lungs with ocean gale.<br />
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The clouds were changing by the second as they raced overhead, casting wonderfully animated shadows of strange figures on the sea below. Apart from the solid headland of Holyhead Mountain in the distance, the only other constant was the brilliant intensity of spring sunshine, shimmering on the millions of waves fetching across the bay. This was real exposure to the elements and from this high up, standing right at the cliff edge, it felt as though we were flying, carried by thermals almost literally lifting us off our feet.<br />
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On the horizon a ferry noses out of Holyhead Harbour, beginning its three hour voyage upon choppy open waters to Southern Ireland seventy three miles away. I'm with my brother who I haven't walked with for many years, but we used to climb together, sail together and drink together; near inseparable until our late twenties. As we continued our cliff-top ramble, both clutching our walking poles and grumbling about the state of our threadbare knee joints, I realised that the only thing as eternal as the movement of wind, waves and tide, was the love between us brothers, all of us brothers. Although our separate lives are racing by faster than we would like, and that we will become just someone else's memories, these beautiful, wild, universal elements will be there for an eternity, bringing similar humbling joy to others in the future.
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  • Things will change after this weekend. the strange peace and quiet we’ve been enjoying, one of very few positives from this lockdown, will soon end. There has been an absence of noise; an absence of traffic jams; an absence of machines, from powerboats & jet-skis to cars & trail bikes. There has been a blissful near-absence of human activity and noticeably less litter in nature. From Monday however, when everyone in the UK can move around Wales again, this calm, this peace, this relatively unspoiled beauty will change dramatically. It’s been a gentle period that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. I will always remember seeing & hearing nature without human figures everywhere. I think we’ve had a glimpse at a time long past, when things were simpler and quieter & for some, more meditative. I do wish this peace would never change, but as I head for a holiday again I also recognise that it’s nothing more than a passing dream.
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  • Landscape Figures project
    Emergence from Darkness
  • Landscape Figures project
    Contemplation
  • 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
  • Overcoming Barriers
  • 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 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, we huddled up and drank coffee and ate sandwiches.
    Woman Ascending
  • One of a very short series of images taken whilst I was being filmed being interviewed by Jamie Owen for a BBC Wales documentary series on Welsh Landscape. It was difficult trying to talk and shoot at the same time but the light was so amazing that I couldn't help shooting these four of five frames for real. They have subsequently been filmed for inclusion within the program!
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  • 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
  • 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
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