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I paint swimmers. Swimmers in the clear teardrop blue of a manicured pool. Swimmers in the gloop of the Hampstead ponds. Swimmers in a spray of seawater. Swimmers I see. Swimmers I remember. Swimmers I imagine. Why? Because I find that each moment of the swim comes with a special sort of euphoria. The anticipation of release from gravity. The slip back into a primitive home. The sun trapping in the salt after. A release and rebirth.


Oil on Metal

10cm by 10cm 

Framed and ready to hang




Twilight at The Men's Pond


    Francesca Mack, London

    “I received the print this morning and it's absolutely beautiful. Thank you for the speedy dispatch"

    Kornelia Mund, UK

    "I'm so happy with my Little Haiku Swimmer. She brings a quiet joy to my walls."

    Jonny Kelner, Ca USA

    “We love our paintings of Hampstead Heath. A reminder of the best days at home.”

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