We’re always attracted to the edges of what we are, out by the edges where it’s a little raw and nervy.
E. L. Doctorow

My home country is an island, a pretty big one, but still edged by sea (or as we say – girt by sea 🙂 ). Oceans fascinate me and make me feel sane.  But I have come to realise it is not just the ocean, it is the meeting of the ocean and the land.  The edges of both.  Rocks, cliffs, sand beaches, mangroves, all the places where change happens.  This clash of one against the other, or melting from one to the other creates so many images and so many thoughts.

Where I live is edged by mountains with rocky outcrops, steep drops and twisting, climbing roads and walking trails leading to waterfalls, or cliff edges with views across forever.

The edges of the days, sunset and sunrise, bring beauty and change, mystery and light.

And then there are the edges of towns and farmland, with women still working in the fields while new buildings are constructed on old farms. Nature and architecture edge against each other, creating tensions and juxtapositions that in turn create images.

Looking for the edges, where change inspires, saddens, transforms and challenges is important. It is in these places I can find new ways of looking at old ideas, old views, and hopefully create new images.