A world of mountains,
The spirit of adventure,
Captured in brushstrokes.

I painted these landscapes as a homage to the places I travelled through on an expedition from Ireland to Japan with my husband on our two motorcycles. Our route brought us through wild and ever-changing landscapes, memories of which dance on the edge of my periphery every day.

I had shed tears at the sheer vastness of the Kazak desert, swore at the muddy terrain of middle Laos, stood in awe before Mt. Everest, and even now the swell of emotions still catches me by surprise when I recall each otherworldly place.

When eventually finding time to sit down and draw, my vision was to paint realistic and dramatic scenery and capture the immediate present. But I found something different; that my connection to these places exceeded my memories of them and that nostalgia and a yearning to relive them had re-coloured them in my mind.

And so I painted with a sense of having lost something, with the colours mis-matched and clouded by my lack of clear memories, but engrained with the awe and perspective felt and lived while standing before these vast mountains and surreal landscapes.

These paintings were a way for me to explore the relationship between faded memories of past experiences, the yearning for adventure, and writing a tale of adventure through both together.