This was a small uncomfortable stone and cob shed really. It was so rough that I called it "THE DIVINE WORKSHOP" with some irony but in fact it spoke volumes metaphorically and in this painting painted at dusk one evening with the doors wide open symbolised perfectly the place where divinity dwells in every body. I lived the way my stool sat inside still and quiet representing my body wherin dwells the spirit that does "the work"
2000- 2004 Dartmoor