A Thousand Miles

Garlanded with considered strokes of white light and deep shadow; the crest of a wave, a far-off beacon, the suggestion of a forest; Hunt’s suite of blue, green and now purple paintings defy interpretation. By skillfully layering washes of colour each painting is closer to atmosphere than landscape, speaking to viewers in a language of feeling rather than description.

For Hunt, the boundaries between wind, tide, earth and sky blur then vanish, neither the one thing or the many. Much like staring out at the open sea, a collection of rolling hills, or the rain coming in, standing before these paintings is a reminder that even in moments of great loneliness we are never truly separate from the world, we cannot be carved from it.

(Billie Phillips, 2024)