I have always been fascinated by the ability of octopus to defensively deploy camouflage: either by using clouds of ink to elude detection or their extraordinary ability to match their surrounding habitat.
The first time I experienced this was in a submerged cave in Greece. As I put my hand into the crevasse I was engulfed in an inky mist. The octopus moved like a bolt through the gap in the rocks, it’s colour shimmering and reflecting the rocks and algae around it. Like the octopus we deploy both ink and water in our mark-making- our aim is to combine a sense of both clarity and ambiguity, a moment shared with a sentient creature under the waves.
Hand-ground ink and Aquarelle on 200g acidfree paper