For several years now Frances Watts has revisited the same places to paint ‘en plein air’ over and over again. They are often the very places where her children play and run, poke and rummage amongst the seeds and the leaves, the sludge and the soil. Always using colour as an emotional language, her work in the studio is a response to the echoes of the past, the textures, the sounds and the smells of beloved locations, landscapes that are always changing and yet always familiar. All are part of an ongoing body of work that represents the passage of time, the sanctity of place and the ritual progress of the changing seasons.
For several years now Frances Watts has revisited the same places to paint ‘en plein air’ over and over again. They are often the very places where her children play and run, poke and rummage amongst the seeds and the leaves, the sludge and the soil. Always using colour as an emotional language, her work in the studio is a response to the echoes of the past, the textures, the sounds and the smells of beloved locations, landscapes that are always changing and yet always familiar. All are part of an ongoing body of work that represents the passage of time, the sanctity of place and the ritual progress of the changing seasons.