Pangaea

I trekked across the volcanic landscape of Iceland. Back in my studio, I needed to paint volcanically. Eruptions of pigment and splattered liquid spilt across large white surfaces I’d spread on my studio floor. To my delight, as rivulets, patterns resembling lichen, swirls and eddies sunk into the paper, a sort of loose geology began to form on the surface. Read more...

See Island: Journal from Iceland