A couple of years ago, out of the blue, Ysbrand Brouwers of the ANF (Artists for Nature Foundation) called and asked me whether I would be interested in an all-expenses-paid trip to Alaska in May 2025, to paint the wildlife and landscape of the Copper River Delta – one of the most diverse and untouched marine and wetland ecosystems in the world. It wasn’t a difficult decision to make, and that initial conversation resulted in two separate trips to Cordova, Alaska, in May 2025 and then January 2026. (image below, photo credit: M G Whittingham)

‘The Heartbeat and Lifeblood of an Alaskan Rainforest’ is the official name of the project, a collaboration between the ANF, headed by Ysbrand Brouwers, and the Native Conservancy (NC), headed by Dune Lankard, an Eyak elder. The project is built on the success of an earlier ANF collaboration with Dune in 1998 (with participation from many SWLA artists).
As Dune and other project support staff explained soon after we touched down in Cordova, the natural resources of the Copper River and Prince William Sound area have been (over-) exploited for hundreds of years: sea otter fur traders from Russia, gold prospectors from the US, the development of salmon and oyster fisheries, industrial copper mines and industrial oil extraction. Add to this the great Alaskan earthquake of 1964, and the Exxon Valdez oil disaster in 1989, and it is easy to imagine how these fragile ecosystems have been under severe pressure.





Likewise, the native communities have struggled to maintain their way of life. The Eyak were the original inhabitants of the Cordova region, sandwiched between the Chugach and Tlingit peoples, and they struggled to adapt to the changes the 20th century brought to the region, losing their last speaker in 2015. Nevertheless, the remaining Eyak still maintain a cultural polity, together with an awareness of the importance of an ecologically sustainable lifestyle, based around subsistence hunting, the harvesting of wild salmon and, latterly, kelp farming.
Dune explained how the 1998 project book had been an invaluable tool of environmental advocacy for the NC in their efforts to ‘protect ancestral land, revive ocean abundance, and support thriving Indigenous communities’. But now, according to Dune, the region was facing a whole new raft of environmental challenges and threats, and it was time for a new project, with new eyes and fresh interpretations. Ysbrand and ANF VP Bruce Pearson visited Cordova in 2024 and finalised the collaboration with the NC: this new project would take the form of four separate artists’ residencies, and result in a book, a travelling exhibition, and a short documentary film. The project would aim to ‘provide an inspirational portrait of the biodiversity and historical significance of the region…and build political/cultural consensus to repatriate Indigenous ancestral lands…’
So here I was in May 2025, with Andrea Rich (SWLA), Kokay Szabolcs (SWLA), and Laurent Willenegger, listening to Dune’s inspirational speech. We were guests of the Native Conservancy at Eyak Lodge, on the shores of Eyak Lake, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, with the yikkering calls of bald eagles echoing off the forested valleys. There was a whole team supporting us: Robert Massolini, our gun-wielding guide, drove us around to some amazing locations and kept us safe from hungry bears. Yoshi in the lodge kept us incredibly well fed, and Dune, April, and David Grimes kept us entertained and informed, with their anecdotes, stories, and tales of environmental activism.







For us artists, all we had to do was…paint. What a dream, to be fed and watered, and then ferried around to some of the most stunning places I have ever seen! We visited iceberg-filled glacial lakes, moss-covered muskeg forests, and swampy riverine wetlands. We took a tiny aircraft over a glacier, a boat down the river to the delta, and paddled kayaks between tiny, deserted islands. We saw bears, moose, mountain goats, and all sorts of birds.
There were challenges, of course. The Copper River Delta region is wet. Very, very wet. The region is defined by precipitation in one form or another: constant rain and snow throughout the year, with streams, rivers, and glaciers cutting myriad trails through the landscape, and carrying silt, minerals, and nutrients into the ocean. For the whole of the first week, we awoke to the sound of driving rain, and struggled to produce work, huddled beneath tarps. But we were out every day, dawn to dusk, and our spirits were never dampened. For the second week the rain eased a little, we enjoyed several days of glorious sun. As ever it was inspirational to watch and learn from my fellow artists – we were a remarkably diverse group with different ways of tackling the landscape and wildlife, which only made it even more interesting for me.





In August 2025, a second residency took place, with Barry Van Dusen (SWLA), Siemen Dykstra, Paschalis Dougalis, and Roseanne Guille. Despite the rain – and mosquitoes – this group produced amazing work, concentrating particularly on the salmon runs, Sea Otter Island, and Childs Glacier.
It wasn’t until I was home again, that Ysbrand invited Laurent Willenegger and me back to Cordova for the January 2026 residency. How could I resist? This time it would be a little different: just us two artists (and Laurent’s son Jolan, who would be recording footage) staying at local artist Denis Keogh’s house. Arriving at Cordova’s tiny airport in minus 25 degrees Celsius, we were met by Denis and our guide Robert, and whisked off straight away to the winter wonderland of Sheridan Lake – frozen solid and filled with giant turquoise-blue bergs, with the glacier snow-capped peaks as a backdrop.

We settled quickly into our working routine. Starting the day with a hearty cooked breakfast, we packed our gear, put on our multitude of layers, and headed out for the entire day: painting and looking for wildlife. Back at nightfall, more fantastic grub, then straight to bed for a well-earned rest. The weather was, of course, challenging: I had constructed a painting box with a built-in warming pad in order to keep my paints and brushes from freezing, but quickly found out that under -15 degrees, the paper itself froze solid, making any sort of work nigh impossible. For several days, it hovered around minus 5, and I was able to work with, and indeed encourage, the freezing and crystallisation of the paint within the surface of the paper.
Laurent mixed in vodka to keep his paints from freezing, though he struggled too with the more extreme temperatures. I was really glad to have the company of someone who loved painting outside as much as I do, and I appreciated his expert tracking and observation skills – honed in the mountains of his native Switzerland. Jolan’s footage was also a revelation: like a third eye, his drone soared over the landscape and approached the moose and mountain goats that we saw only as distant shapes through our telescopes.






For several days the temperature reached 4 degrees Celsius, and it rained. We hid under bridges and painted the frozen wilderness. It was difficult to see wildlife, but every encounter was so much more intense because of that. We saw distant moose drifting through the brush, and the last of the year’s silver salmon gathered in the streams: blind ‘zombie fish’ waiting to be picked off by eagles, otters, or coyotes. We sketched some bald eagles fighting over the remains of a duck by the side of a river: one young eagle was gravely injured and didn’t make it. The winter in Alaska is savage, and survival is balanced on a knife-edge.

My time by the Copper River Delta in Alaska has left me with a rather paradoxical impression. On the one hand, I felt touched by the raw wildness of it all: the vast open spaces, soaring mountains, and untouched wilderness: I had the wonderful feeling of being a spectator, witnessing the wildlife just getting on with their savage and beautiful lives. On the other hand, however, I felt somehow closer to man’s destructive forces: faced with the reality of the retreating glaciers, the ongoing threat of forestry, mining and oil extraction, the constant Trump-tainted conversations with our hosts. Everything is big in Alaksa: big wilderness, with correspondingly big problems. My little Danish island suddenly felt small and inconsequential.
Stopping in Anchorage on our way home, we took a trip downtown and visited the fantastic (and well-funded) museum filled with incredible ethnographica and art. Outside, in the freezing ice-covered city, groups of homeless Native Alaskans listlessly paced the streets back and forth, some drunk or high, and literally keeling over before us – and I couldn’t help but be reminded of the condemned silver salmon I had seen gathering in the eddies of Power Creek just a few days previously. Again, I was keenly aware of how superficial my visit had been, and how I had only begun to scratch the surface of the enormously complicated cultural, political, and environmental reality of 21st-century Alaska.






Most of all, however, when I think back to my two residencies in Cordova, I think of the great people I met and shared time with, and the incredible generosity of Dune, April and the Native Conservancy, as well as all the support of the local people. I can’t wait to see what the artists on the fourth residency come up with, and how the book, exhibition and/or film might turn out. Every time I felt despondent about the state of affairs, something would happen or someone say something to give me hope – thank you Cordova!
ps – if you’ve made it this far, you may be interested in looking at some more images from the residencies here




















On the shore, two women on horseback thundered up and down the beach, laughing with an unbridled abandon. Just when I thought the morning couldn’t get any more spectacular, a lone kingfisher darted out and flew low, dart like, over the surface of the mirrored sea, and disappeared into the sea mist.
When the kingfisher returned and perched on a nearby rock I resolved to not paint and just soak in the atmosphere instead. I couldn’t though, and soon got overinvolved with a reflective gull.
The previous week I had been teaching a field painting course at Bornholm’s Højskole, and the lessons of the week were still fresh in my memory. I tried to not get too upset with the reflective gull disaster, and just carry on (‘…don’t judge and keep working’). I lost myself in some herring gulls feeding in the bay, the sea mist long having been burned off by the rising sun.
Before moving off from my perch at the end of the pier, where I had now been for many hours, I tackled the solar reflections on the surface of the water. I wanted to show how the green seaweed, rocks and innumerable jellyfish below the surface of the water replaced the reflections of the sky towards the bottom of the visual plane, but failed.
I finally packed my things and started to walk on Balka beach towards Snogbæk, the day’s destination. I stopped again rather quickly, wanting to capture the sweep of the bay, with Snogbæk pier in the far distance.
As I was painting, the first flocks of graylag geese flew overhead, returning to spend the day at Nexø Sydstrand, last week’s start point. I quickly drew the mutating shape of a large flock of several hundred geese, as it passed by.
As I continued walking along the beach my eye was caught by the rills, folds and patterns in the sand caused by the action of the waves lapping at the shore, together with the tracery left by mica, crushed mussels and seaweed. A sandbank created a lagoon of completely still water that reflected the clouds scudding by in the dynamic skyscape. I made two studies (see also top)
I carried on along the beach all the way to the end of the bay at Snogbæk, where I set up the M60 and had lunch and a really good sleep. On waking I looked towards Salthammer Odde, the great shelf of grey balka sandstone that juts out from Snogbæk and continues under the sea, attracting a rich diversity of sealife and birds. All week with the students we had been concentrating on tonal values and working with ink, which I had bought along. I tried to capture the movement of the feeding frenzy on a bank of seaweed, where gulls, geese, crows, pigeons and starling all worked together feverishly, hoovering up sandflies and the like.
I worked again with the ink, trying to capture the dynamic shapes and silhouettes and making inky marks with sticks, feathers and seaweed.
I packed my things and walked on to Snogbæk, taking time out to look and listen before continuing with painting again. I turned my back to the town, an eclectic and unpretentiousness mixture of tourist cafes, bars, summer houses and fishermen’s’ huts, and looked instead towards the sea. After a detour to the local supermarket I sat on the sandstone bedrock, hidden amongst the vegetation, and looked with my scope towards the multitude of gulls preening, sleeping and standing stoically in the early evening breeze.
The day finished quickly and I had no time to draw the six curlew that arrived just as the sun was setting and my lift arrived.
I had the most amazing 10 days on 

Really the most amazing week in Aberlady, Scotland (the following is summary I sent to SWLA for their website)

A quick word on the places we visited. On the first day I couldn’t understand why everyone was getting so worried about the weather, and whether or not we would get to visit Bass Rock. Surely it couldn’t be that good? It was, and then some. I will never forget my two days on the Bass – deafening noise, an unholy stench, a stinging wind, and gannets as far as the eye could see – truly an other-worldly place. St Abbs head was almost its equal, an incredible collection of cliffs and rocks that, after a day or two of drawing, you couldn’t help taking home with you.
This Spring I’ve been visiting a place called Vang, here on the island of Bornholm. Vang is the site of a large granite quarry, which is still operational today – though in a very limited sense. Peregrines returned to Bornholm early this century, after an absence of 50 years or so, and this year a pair decided to nest on one of the ledges of rock in the Vang Quarry.
Once I found out about this I’ve been visiting regularly and watched the chicks grow from dirty white balls of fluff to fully fledged apex predators. The peregrines were kind enough to nest on a ledge where they were easy to see. In fact, the spot where I sketched them was stable, sheltered from the wind and afforded fantastic views. Perfect.
Actually, I was surprised just by how still the falcons were, once they had fed the chicks, and sometimes hours went by with little or no movement. Not that I would ever criticise a bird for being too still, but sometimes I forgot about the birds and became more interested in the way the shadows moved over the rocks with the passing of the day.