The climate may have been a bit different to the UK, but there were plenty of lines on my Plettenberg Bay beach walk in South Africa last week.

Lines made for walking. You need to able to get to the beach from your beach house.

Lines made by shadows cast by the sun. Straight lines. Fractured lines.

And lines of division. Keep your feet off my grass.

I think that the ‘line’, that fundamental mark making that seems to be inherent in the human psyche, is definitely emerging as a key theme for my art practice. And lines can be so loaded with meaning. Even that seemingly pleasant, suburban row of gleamingly white painted posts in the of so well manicured lawn.