Imagine this.
You’re walking through Hampstead, London’s green lung, on a crisp autumn morning.
The air is cool but gentle. The light feels golden, fleeting.
If you don’t know Hampstead, chances are you’ve never passed the Viaduct Bridge.
It’s a hidden gem, only found by those who deserve it or by those who get lost.
Some people have found me there painting.
I often return to the same places, but never to the same painting.
The light changes. The water changes. I change.
This piece is a tribute to those quiet walks,
to being alive,
and to the rare moments when nature, silence and light align.
