Frequently we find ourselves anchored near Orfordness where at night the single blinking eye of the lighthouse continually glances over with occasionally the faint loom of the Shipwash as an echo.
This drawing came out of hours sat in the dark watching the rotating light, perhaps waiting for the barge to swing safely to the tide before allowing myself to go to bed. It also came from my repeated wonder at how a drawing bound by time and space can learn to transcend itself.
Literally I have drawn out my thoughts as a speculation to make what happens momentarily again and again, something that I can explore and make tangible over as many months.
