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When I paint I feel like I am connected to something unexplainable. There is an energy that is created and a world that you fall into. I remember experiencing this for the first time. I remember it because it was the day the Berlin Wall came down, I was in the wet room at school with my best friend, Stephanie Little. We were painting and I felt like I was dreaming but I was wide awake. I could hear her talking but everything was soft and muffled, like I was underwater. And I just carried on painting, totally absorbed in my own little world, though strangely aware of this new world. I was nine years old.
  Murakami   Subtle texture, combination of oil and acrylic. Distant shape of cold, angry mountains somehow reaching out on calming winds.    

Murakami

Subtle texture, combination of oil and acrylic. Distant shape of cold, angry mountains somehow reaching out on calming winds. 

 

  Scrape / Fold   Texture, movement. Scrape and fold.   

Scrape / Fold

Texture, movement. Scrape and fold.

 

  Kafka   They climbed to the top of the mountain and rested their weary heads. Everything was silent that day.

Kafka

They climbed to the top of the mountain and rested their weary heads. Everything was silent that day.

  My Heart Follows   The transient feeling of new love. Blink and you will almost certainly miss it. Two people bleeding all the colours of the rainbow into one.    

My Heart Follows

The transient feeling of new love. Blink and you will almost certainly miss it. Two people bleeding all the colours of the rainbow into one. 

 

  When I Dance   When I look at you, I am filled with a million tiny butterflies. I dance, like only you are watching.

When I Dance

When I look at you, I am filled with a million tiny butterflies. I dance, like only you are watching.

  Red Line   After the explosion, comes silence. The universe is making up it's mind.

Red Line

After the explosion, comes silence. The universe is making up it's mind.