Geoffrey Stapleton

My studio in Nailsworth wasn’t large and there came a time when I felt that painting a desert required some modicum of actual vastness, some real physical space. I had a canvas made up at Pimlotts that was as big as it could be and still fit into my studio. The first thing I painted was the string or cord pulled tight across the canvas. I thought that if it were struck we would feel the deep sound of the desert (in the key of “D” apparently) and all would vibrate with it. From sound waves to sand waves. Ebb and flow. Life and death. Watch out little mouse.