Barn by the Sea

Walking to Little Beach across Thurlestone golf course there is a corrugated hut, an out-post on the edge of the golf links always smelling of creosote, full of old bits of mowing kit.This hut has had many reincarnations since child-hood and as I get older seems to be each year located nearer the cliff’s edge. In this painting, I found myself hovering above the scene looking down on the edge where water meets land with the hut sitting between the two.Whenever I go to the sea's edge, I always think of the land slipping under the water. I hope in this picture it creates the feeling of that overlap that is in constant flux - TH