The Last Place To Go
The family has just returned from its annual pilgrimage to Pembrokeshire. It’s one of our favourite places, very much removed from the rest of Britain, washed in a light that seems to demand a painterly response. Graham Sutherland found his most enduring inspiration there, as do I. The beaches are wide and empty, the lanes meander through lush woods and wide open fields, and I always have the sense that just around the next corner is the one thing I have to paint, the one thing that will encompass everything I have to say, and I sincerely hope that I never find it, because after that what else is there?