When life slowed in lockdown Alison spent her afternoons walking on Devon lanes. Where driving would have revealed a momentary slice of landscape through gaps in high hedges, walking invited contemplation, the still, hot air fizzing with insects and evoking the continent at siesta time or a childhood when everybody didn’t own a car.
Stained gesso grounds and an incremental layering of inks hold an economy of mark and a tenderness for the claustrophobia of lockdown. From intimate views of bare fields to the domestic ritual of tea, a body of work speaks to absence, separation and silence. An art psychotherapist, Alison is interested in the states of being that art can harness.