Wild Heather


One of my favourite childhood memories is of walking in August through the honey scented heather and steam from the old steam engines of the Moors railway, towards the tumbling stream at Darnholm. I was inspired to create this textural piece, as a homage to the life cycle of a heather moorland. Starting with the new acid greens of new growth in Spring that protects and feeds the wild grouse, to the effervescance of the flowers as they cloak the moors. the next layer resembles the wonderfull clash of colours as the bracken dies, through to the blackened stalks, when it has been burnt back to rejuvenate it and the moorland.