Each winter, in the wood on the edge of the moorland where I live, I begin to draw with a burin on a large copper etching plate coated with wax. Every morning, come rain, wind or snow, I return to the same place to trace the bare branches that will not alter until spring. By this slow progress, I have the chance to represent more than the tangled chaos of the trees, - the sounds, smells, and all the small events of the woodlands. at the end of winter, the plate is etched in acid, the image thus stabilised, so that when ink is rubbed into the resulting grooves, the scene is revealed in reverse onto paper, through pressure from the printing press.
40 x 60 cms, printed on Somerset 300gms in burnt umber ink
edition of 30