The drive to be creative takes many forms. I paint because I have to, it’s the heart of me. I try to capture nature with all its beauty & devastation; it’s wildness and serenity.
By Dylan Howarth
I walked towards the sunsetting peaks,
Winter cracked puddles on footpaths steadfast grip,
A walk to reflect a clarity to seek,
No one for miles the gritstone secrets rip,
The muted palette of heathers and peat,
The white broken blanket of snow; perfect,
Over the roughly trodden footpaths neat,
Keep moving forwards a mind to dissect,
I imagine prehistoric creatures
Simply treading gritstone as architects,
So I walk on shoulders of giant teachers,
Years & years a million thoughts to recollect,
On top of one paths horizon I see,
Ultimately everything; the beauty of thee.
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Photos of Dylan by Lucy Cartwright