Where Grasses Dance

RHS Botanical Art and Photography Show

Saatchi Gallery June 19th - August 2nd 2026

My garden is a place of constant discovery. I watch and photograph unfolding layers and textures of grasses, flowers and leaves, capturing both their fragility and resilience.

The hills lift my gaze outward and upward, yet keep me rooted in this living, ever-changing landscape of light and shadow.

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Where Grasses Dance

Limited Edition Fine Art Prints

This portfolio is available as a limited edition of 25 prints only. Each print is hand-signed with its Limited Edition number and accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity.

Prints are 36 cm × 24 cm with an additional 2cm margin on each side for signing and handling.

Printed on Bamboo Hahnemühle FineArt inject paper, chosen for its lightly textured structure and sensual feel which perfectly complements the finer detail and poetic tone of these images.

If you are interested in purchasing a stand alone print or a set of six please use the form for more details. Other sizes available upon request.

A tall foxglove with multiple oval-shaped leaves growing alongside a misty mountainous landscape with rolling hills and a cloudy sky.
Black and white photo of hydrangea flowers with large leaves.
A black and white photograph of a tulip flower with broad petals, set against a background of bare tree branches.
Black and white photo of wisteria branches with small leaves or buds against a cloudy sky.
Black and white photo of roses and grasses.
Black and white photograph of fern leaves on a forest floor.
Dark scene of a dense forest with tall trees and foliage, captured in sepia tone.
Dark scene with euphorbia illuminated, silhouetted against a dark sky, with grasses in the background.
Dark scene of chestnut, illuminated by drops of sunlight, with a textured sky in the background.
A black and white photograph of a cluster of a wild orchid with grasses scattered on a textured surface.
Black and white photograph of several tall, clustered plants with small, rounded buds or seed pods, set against a dark forest with vertical tree trunks.
A snowball bush with international camera movement

Where Grasses Dance

It is hard to find the beginning.

Let’s imagine a seed blows in from the ice-capped north, looking for a gentle place to settle and a drop of rain rolls inland from the warm south sea, tired from its travels high up, ready to drop

The hillside where they meet is home to a myriad of life; insects, fungi, flowers, grasses.

Inhabited by birds and beetles, lizards and butterflies.cats and dogs, even people.

Sometimes wild boar and stone martens.

They all  live in relative harmony.

The creatures revere the omnipresent hills.

All seeing, All knowing.

They dictate when the moon rises and falls, when the sun appears and disappears behind their backs like magic.

It has been this way for thousands of years.

The seed and the raindrop are nobody’s fool and realise it is a good place to stay.

They dance a sultry salsa

to celebrate.

One seed, One raindrop becomes One tall blade of grass that grows higher and higher.

Unable to help itself, it soon flowers. Intricate feathery stigmas flutter in the breeze.

Showing off its exotic anthers and filaments it sways in time to the song of the Golden Oriole.

Soon the grass is exhausted and sinks back to the earth.

Fondly remembering the raindrop that had made it all possible.

It is comforted to know that the garden is a place where new seeds and the smallest of raindrops will always be welcome.

Happy in the knowledge that there is no end without a beginning and no beginning without an end.