When I look at trees, I don’t just see them with my eyes - I feel them with my heart. I have the urge to touch their bumpy bark to connect with them, to try and realise what they felt growing from a seed into what they are now. I have respect for them and I know that without them my life wouldn’t be as rich. I sense their magic and I want to learn it from them. When I start the process of painting trees I never know where it will take me, the end result is so much more than a physical representation of a tree. It’s filled with energy vibrations and “magical realism”, the lines and colours form shapes that one can make out according to their own beliefs and imagination. I don’t want to define the tree, I want it to change with every viewer.

Rocky Town in Czech Republic.

Red robin.

The Bear Tree.

Larch.

Trees in sunshine.

Red Oak.

Crone Woods tree.

Beech.

Maple.

Lemons in blue bowl.