Shapes like these have haunted me since I first saw some of Francis Bacon's biomorphic toothed creatures and Graham Sutherlands spiky plants.
Sometimes it takes me time to find a title but this one named itself after about a day, after I had finished blocking in the twisted roots. I called it "Green Lane, Surrey: because that is what it is. The Surrey Hills are full of narrow lanes where you have to drive between steep banks of sandy soil which often collapse onto the road making it ever narrower. Trees and their stumps crowd the slopes. Up on White Down you can park next to a row of gnarly stumps like these. I think these are all the remains of boundary hedges.
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