Georg Wilson

My practice is directed by the cyclical change of the English seasons, from equinox to equinox. Each tiny fluctuation in the landscape–from wildlife, food, to quality of light–informs my work. England is a porous land of seeping, oozing layers where many stories and temporalities can overlap, coexist and touch, all in one place; where green-hooded things dance every May Day and where I blow kisses to two magpies for joy. My paintings peer between these intertwined layers of England’s folklore, history, landscape and custom, searching for the way to a strange new home, where this murky mess of weird narratives can intertwine and live together. By teasing this obscured knowledge into the present, I hope to enchant the viewer into a sense of curiosity about this land.