It’s impossible for me to visit a beach or climb a tor or mountain without coming back home with a stone or two. To me they a microcosm of something too big for my mind or eyes to contemplate, unless I was one day privileged to fly into space and look back on this blue planet.

Each pebble or stone I hold is more often than not, older than most living things alive today. Each has experienced great transformations through unbelievable heat, pressure and distortion. And here now they lie on the ground, a fragment of all that’s gone before and no doubt will still remain long after the next cataclysmic change on this planet. I have enjoyed relating to each one as I make my marks on paper, tracing the subtle infilled cracks and fissures in the differing layers of minerals.

Most of the stones I have recreated here were taken from Devon and Cornwall. I am not a geologist, but I have settled on 400 million years as a general age of most of these… give or take a few million either side as a safe bet!