On Exhibition / Loan
In a childhood full of shadows my memories are fleeting; glimpses and fragments, all dominated by intense shards of colour. My Mothers red silk dress; Claire Millers incredible blue eyes ringed by long black lashes; the green yellow and pink of an illicit can of Lilt enjoyed in my Grampy’s garden; the dancing rainbow of colour caused by sunlight on crystal in Granny’s front room and the inky blue violet of the of the night I ran away. These memories are like ideas or visual poems that disintegrate before I can grasp them. They are where my paintings are located and provide the conceptual framework for my practice.