Clair meyrick
I write images, paint words and sometimes mix the two..
With a paintbrush and canvas or paper, I explore the connections, senses, emotions. Finishing the circle.
A meditation with the landscape; with my hands.
A chance to conjur magic and peace; discover beauty in light and shade, leaving space to imagine.
The outdoors is with me wherever I am.
I journey right where I sit.
Nature, environment, landscape; ever changing, evolving, captivating, inspiring.
I live it, breathe it, immerse myself in it, become it.
Part of me and me of it.
I’m always happiest outside, making sense of the world amongst the trees, connected and rooted in both history and future memories.
I intend my work to challenge, evoke, question, answer and inspire.
Inspire a curiosity about the World we are part of, but sometimes overlook as less important.
To find out more about Clair visit her website here.
We are delighted to have Clair as part of our Contemporary Kent Artists exhibition at The Horsebridge Arts Gallery the 8th - 20th of October 2025.
Poem by the artist.
I think the flowers know my name
the birds speak on their behalf
they entice the bees with song and promises of riches
they have their time then sleep and dream and sleep
then back to their six sided home
sunshine drips symmetry
and still the birds sing because they can
and the sound reminds me I’m here right now
my foot fall crunch alerts the trees
and they know all I want is shade
they know I’m hope
they don’t need to hold my breath
and they Breathe out the history
I breathe in
calmly
I walk in knowledge
green fills the four corners spread out under blue
if I listen I hear the sea faintly
the sea recedes so the flowers stand proud
salt and sweet infuse at their meeting point
and I’m involved
the scent is my cloak for a time
this time
I imagine a life
I don’t know how long
my memory doesn’t stretch
I’m here and not and have been and will be
and yet I sit in perfect time with the birds
keeping me company
I sit under the tree that isn’t scared of me and I of it.
then a wing shadow crosses paths
fleetingly
from which a butterfly emerges
and I touch the tree that breathes with me
Yes
the flowers know my name
Clair M