Susie Bower

THE JURASSIC COAST PATH

The path I paint is rich in colour, the landscape up and down.  The colours tell of its historic past  and expose the links. The path traces the edge, the boundary of our land. This is the place where the land meets the sea, the place where the land slides into the water as the waves surge towards the cliffs. Out there the sea disappears into the sky. Out there, over the sea, is somewhere else. The sea divides and connects us to our past and our present.

As I walk at the edge of the land it feels far away, different – the smells in the air,  the changing light and the sky, the sounds heard against the rhythm of the sea. The memories as a child going to the coast  ‘Are we nearly there yet’ ‘who can see the sea first?. ‘I can’.  ‘I can, there it is’.  The sense of excitement being at the edge.  Fun and  danger.  Risks. Unpredictability. The unknown. What will wash up on the shore and from where? This journey is through a changing landscape, here the expanse of the seas and the sky. Here the wooded hills, enclosed and shaded. Seeing the distinctive shapes  and colours of the cliffs and rocks as we climb and walk along the path.