A love letter to the Peak District.

My love for the Peak District goes much deeper then the art I create. Before moving to this beautiful part of the world back in 2021, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t quite know why at the time, but looking back, I now understand that my environment wasn’t right for me.

I decided to take a complete risk and move to the Peak District on my own, where I was welcomed into a wonderful community. I’ve made so many connections with like-minded, creative people. It is here I found my love for the great outdoors.

Let me set the scene…

Standing above the world, in breathtaking quiet! Golden afternoon sun dances across hilltops and the wind drops to a sudden whisper. The quiet feels less like an absence of sound and more like a space to breathe. Looking out from a gritstone edge, an expense of rich purple heather and weathered stone. Green fields as far as the eye can see, the view is so still it looks like a painting. Silence is broken by the song of a solitary skylark rising up into a sky of pastel blue, cutting through the silence like a silver thread. Far below in the clough, a flicker of brown as a mountain hare reveals itself. It looks at you for a moment, then disappears. You pause for a moment, completely still! Standing above the world with the wilderness beneath your boots. A feeling of being wonderfully small in a vast expansion of nature.

I am truly at peace when I am in the hills, or when I am painting. My art is my love letter to this feeling of complete comfort in quiet, being outside and British wildlife. I hope you find it equally as peaceful, thank you for taking the time to read my story.