The landscapes of childhood exist in a slightly β€˜other’ realm, they are a mixture of reality, imagination and heightened emotion. The colours are brighter, the light more richly golden and green, the shadows darker, the secret places more soaked in mystery, excitement, danger and intrigue, time is at once as slow as treacle and a quick and fleeting as a hare.

The figures that stride, dance and hide in these realms are the epitome of childhood paradox; bold, fearful and fearless, cunning and clever, masked and unmasked, filled with rage and tenderness, curiosity and absolute certainly. The child exists in all these states simultaneously, a constant figure of flux, and as such, as well as the creator of their own realities, act as gods.