At the autumn equinox, reflections from the shores of Loch Fyne on changing light, colour, mist, tide and the way different moments can exist together

What happens when we really look at something familiar? In this post I reflect on recent paintings of meadows, dandelions and an old apple tree, and on the relationship between memory, nature and the act of seeing.

Three new meadow paintings revealed something I hadn't recognised before: I wasn't simply painting places, but different experiences of time shaped by light, weather and the changing seasons.