Mum said something stunning on the phone. I was telling her about the experience of painting Carn Brea, how the studio pictures looked identical to the ones I painted up there and what a dissapointment that was! That I had blattently missed the spirit and vitality of it when out there since it could be replicated so easily in the studio.

We were discussing it’s greyness. then she said and the flaming red, the burn bracken. “Its looks like its going to burst in to flame but it can’t quite get lit”.

She then talked about its geography, how dad has read that it was a plug in a larva flow, she called it a ‘dyke’, the geological term. and talked about its repressed spirit under there, how it contained something vital and the rest. .