Sanctuaries

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
Herman Hesse


During a particularly harsh winter I decided to live for two weeks at the lowest geographical point of Holme Fen. The small collection both in terms of scale and number have grown out of this time of stillness living between the birch tree in Cambridgeshire with the voice of Herman Hesse and his writing ‘Trees’ whispering in the branches. The following four years have allowed the paintings to develop in ways I would not have been able to predict during the time between the trees. I have listened to what the paintings needed and as akin to the trees themselves they have grown at their own pace, bending, flexing and continuing to develop through the experience of life.
Mark Spray.
December 2018.


Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
Herman Hesse