ARTWORK

WHEN I WAS YOUNG WE LIVED WITH MY NANA FOR A SEASON & EVERY AFTERNOON WE'D PAINT AND MAKE MANSIONS FROM TOILET ROLLS & STICKY TAPE. SHE DROPPED A SEED INTO MY HEART & MY LOVE OF COLOUR & PLAY STARTED TAKING ROOT. TODAY I CLING TO MONET'S WORDS AS I FLING MY ARTWORK INTO THE WORLD: 

"Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love."
AHH, EXHALE, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO UNDERSTAND. WHICH MEANS IT'S NOT NECESSARY TO EXPLAIN. WHICH MEANS NOTHING NEEDS TO BE WEIGHED & MEASURED. I CAN STAND HERE QUIETLY, WHAT SWEET RELIEF. 

FOR YEARS I HAVE PAINTED FOR FRIENDS & NOT SIGNED MY WORK, BECAUSE I HAD WHISPERED THE UGLY WORD 'FRAUD' OVER WHAT I WAS DOING. DON'T DO THAT, ITS A SHAMING WORD & IT SUCKS THE JOY OUT OF THE PROCESS.

THIS TIME THE PAINT & THE STREAMERS BECAME MY SANDBOX & INSTEAD OF FRAUD, I THOUGHT PLAY PLAY PLAY.

THE COLLECTION GOES LIVE AT 9PM TONIGHT. A GROUP OF SEVENTEEN PIECES. BECAUSE ONE TURNED INTO TWO, TURNED INTO.....