A poetic juxtaposition, something displaced, its otherness revealed through fleeting transformative light. The objects that attract Sue are imbued with their practical uses as well as their evocation. The magic in the mundane that gets passed by.

The writer Jennifer Vuglar picks up on my themes by saying
 ‘There is nowhere settled and stable, the places of possible habitation are transitory, too fragile to be a home.  Even the vegetation is of the edgelands. But the paintings remind us that these places are also places of survival, of fragile resistance, of belief.  The glass houses wait out winter, nets for the seas to rise, ladders for angels to enter the world. Discarded objects shimmer with past touch; the chairs have been sat on, the door once opened. Here in the forgotten places light is entering the world.’