I grew up in East Yorkshire. Son of a farmer. Surrounded by a big sky and a broad, flat horizon of fields, crops and farm buildings.
 

And in a way, I am 'working the fields' in these pictures. Using charcoal, sticks, bits of wood and stones. Like the plough making marks and textures with scrapes and scuffs, I'm not just trying to capture the scene. No, these pictures are not intended to be a romantic view of the landscape.

 

Instead, they represent the years and the seasons of sweat and effort. Families. Generations. Growing and harvesting the land that they often grew up on. These pictures are a tribute - to a community who wear the weather on their faces and have the soil in their blood.