Inside Out, Patterdale, 13th November 2016
I stand where Glover once stood and through a window I see the landscape framed much as Glover did. Broken only by the steel posts of the scaffold, the landscape rushes towards me and into the house, through the gaping space of the missing wall. The carefully tended garden has gone, but the open fields stretch to the hills. Never before has inside and out been so entwined.
Acrylic on masonite