W E L C O M E

To The Ancient Oak Atelier.

A place for slowness. Reflected through words and images shaped by the weather, and the natural landscape.

I'd like to invite you to visit as often or as little as you need. Finding my words and images meeting you exactly where you are at. Think of here as a quite nook, with the door left slighly ajar, so that the slither of dusty golden light filters from beyond. A hint of what is inside, before you fully push the door open.

Come in, seek out a chair near the window. Near the shelf stacked with books and a ledge just big enough to squeeze on a steaming mug of tea. The condensation nipping at the edge of your glasses as you raise it to your lips.

Outside the landscape falls softly away into pale verdant green hues, speckled with trees now leafless as they reserve their energy below ground.

Maybe you can spot some Red Kites cicrcling across a fallowed field, churned ready for next years crop. It has a distincit shrill call, with a movement that swirls and glides like a spinning thread. Catching the thermals of life below, hidden out of view.

With cupped hands. Close your eyes, take a deep breath filling out the abdomen, wait, pause, now exhale out all of that tension. Open your eyes, find the page, begin to read. Stay as long as you want. No demands. No distractions.

Leave as quietly as you enetered. I'll be here waiting for your return.