“During Covid, when everything slowed down, I started to draw in a different way. The drawings became my meditation. I just drew horizontal lines; the lines became water, the sea, rivers and waterfalls. The lines were also mountains and clouds. The more I drew the finer the lines got. In the end I had to sharpen the pencils after almost every line to maintain that perfectly focused tension. I used different colours, subtle shades of as many coloured pencils as I could lay my hands on. When I had finished a drawing, I'd squirt my water sprayer over the paper and watch the colours run down, mixing and mashing together, dragging down some of the pigments of the sharp lines. That was always the nail-biting moment: would I lose what I had so carefully constructed, or would it work? Symbolically, the edge where sea and land meet is the place where consciousness begins. I am populating my underwater world with strange plants that appear to flow and ripple, opening and closing, dark and light. Seaweed, bladderwrack, kelp...”