It’s a concept hard for us to grasp that our entire village can be taken away and our livelihoods, our memories and our possessions dispossessed and left to find some other place in which to plant their roots. Houses that had been passed down from father to son for generations; inhabitants made migrants in their own land. But this is what happened to Tyneham, a little village nestled in the hills of the Purbecks.

With this painting I wanted to capture the spirit of these memories in the remains of this once beautiful village.

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