Waterscapes

In 2019 I flew from London to Madrid, borrowed my dad’s van and drove north with my friend Edu — we call him El Oráculo.
Destination: Ortigueira, a wild music festival on the Galician coast.

The camp was pitched between pine trees and the sea. One afternoon, still half hungover, we ran into the waves.
A massive swell came out of nowhere.
Nearly dragged me under. I lost my footing, almost lost my glasses, and for a second I thought: this is it.

We laughed it off. But I’ve never looked at water the same way.

These paintings come from that shift.
From rivers, lakes and coastlines across the UK.
From quiet ponds in Hampstead to boats cutting through light.

Water doesn’t pose.
It moves, reflects, disappears.
And if you don’t catch it in time, it’s gone.

That’s why I paint it.
To hold what tries to slip away.