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Ever since finishing Hob’s Barrow last week, I’ve been a bit obsessed with the idea of the Moor Folk. Ended up taking a trip out to the moors at the weekend (to find them of course!), walked for miles, just me and my dog, the sun beating down, the wind, and that wide, strange land. Came back with a phone full of photos and a head full of daft new ideas!
Some of you will know, I’ve got an eye condition that sometimes makes things go all blurry in certain lights and angles, and up there, under that big, shifting sky, I really felt it. Everything was a bit warped and blurred at times as I got right to the tops, like the land itself didn’t want to be seen properly. That feeling stuck with me...
This painting came out of that, part vision, part memory. The blind moon hangs low, moons eye closed and squinting, cracked and weeping light, and the moorfolk drift beneath it, half-lost / half visible. While the wind feels like it was carrying old voices into the sky...
More moor pieces on the way probably...