Storm Poem, Wales.
Storm Poem, Wales.

When I was 6 my parents took me and my siblings to a caravan park in Wales right next to the beach for the summer. Apart from the lovely beach, one of my enduring memories is of a long, very wet walk with a caravan neighbour and her children up a dirt track to a small, rural road to see a member of the Royal family pass by. The walk in torrential rain seemed endless to me but I recall the lovely hills in the distance, the lush grass, pools of water and trees blowing wildly in the wind.
Acrylic and ink on canvas
100 x 100 cm

Date: 12/08/2022

Photographer: Fiona Stanbury

Storm Poem, Wales.

When I was 6 my parents took me and my siblings to a caravan park in Wales right next to the beach for the summer. Apart from the lovely beach, one of my enduring memories is of a long, very wet walk with a caravan neighbour and her children up a dirt track to a small, rural road to see a member of the Royal family pass by. The walk in torrential rain seemed endless to me but I recall the lovely hills in the distance, the lush grass, pools of water and trees blowing wildly in the wind.
Acrylic and ink on canvas
100 x 100 cm

Date: 12/08/2022

Photographer: Fiona Stanbury