As a young child I would lose myself for hours, sketching and painting the characters and places in the books I read. Science took me in a different direction professionally but I always returned to art as a way to still my mind, connect and explore my relationship to places and emotions. After my husband died, painting helped me – initially to lose myself, then to start to see in colour and depth again and now to explore how the layers of landscape hold memories of time. The passing of time has become distorted – infinitely elastic as it stretches out into possibilities and snaps back to absence. Every painting begins with movement through the landscape. I paint in watercolour because of the quiet connection it helps me form with the landscape – exploring the layers of memory held there: from ancient geology to the personal moments we create within it.