You can also meet into Tim on the 250 bus, which he sometimes drives - when he's not making cider. Tim loves trees. Half his plot is an orchard really - with quince and hazel and apple trees. Once I bumped into him at a concert at the Royal Albert Hall - he was carrying a tray of blackberry fools which he had brought all the way from Spa Hill. Blackberry - plant of the undergrowth and woods.
When I came to make his print I knew it would involve the delicate tracery of hazel branches, their flying pollen and Tim's unmistakable boiler suit - which he is never without. I imagined Tim's trees growing up within him - like one of those stories from Ovid, growing from winter to spring to summer to autumn. I also want to print with the rich and wondrous soil - which Tim is such an expert.
Tim kindly has loaned me a spare and very well worn suit and I've designed and started sampling his print. I'm going to show him this Wednesday. Fingers crossed.