In the distance of this painting the distant brotherly hills of Frodsham and Helsby sit under a late autumn sky and if you listen carefully you might hear sounds of geese and other autumn passage migrants making their way along the Mersey Estuary. Someone in the reedbeds is waiting patiently, but is he watching, or being watched?

Painting of a Birdwatcher on the Hale Marsh River Mersey

With eyes closed.. the Watcher is in fact listening. From whose perspective is this act of watching? The bird, the observer –  the artist, the viewer?

The painting expresses its own kind of volte-face where it becomes clear that the marsh is alive, but you need to have the humility to understand it.

Acrylic on canvas