I had been prepared for months of inactivity books, jigsaws and even airfix models had been stockpiled. in the end i used none of them . 16 weeks of plaster and months of rehab kept me housebound. A lost interest in painting was re-kindled, perhaps climbing was out of reach but i revisited past adventures in art and mind.

Like climbing, art is personal. For me it allows the exploration of movement, perspective. I can imagine the texture of strained muscles, creased clothing rippling in the wind and natures infinite designs created in rock.

Quite by accident i adopted the ever present magenta rope in my work as a signature.