This work is part of Theresa Hunt’s 2025 solo exhibition, A Thousand Miles.

Hunt’s paintings, awash with light and shadow, appear at once liquid and mutable yet construed with masterful precision. Drawing upon the artist’s time spent living in Florence and the specific purple-hued sunsets that rounded out each day there, Hunt is carefully adding colours to a palette that should appear limited but is, instead, alive with the same forcefulness as her inspirations: mist on waves, morning breaking through night, distant storms and the heaving breath of wind over land.

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 and then vanish, neither the one thing nor 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)