This maxim crops up a lot in my work and has its roots in an oral history, told to me by my mother and grandmother.
I grew up in the suburbs, right on the messy edges, where the new build advanced into the ruins of an old stud farm complete with patches of damp looking small holdings and rusting barns. The neat suburban gardens ended abruptly at a line of ancient woodland; sheds were the last out posts between the lawns and the undergrowth.
These paintings are part of an on-going series. They take considerable time and I don't always feel like making them. I know that they have worked out right when they seem to be looking back at me.
They are painted with acrylic and mixed media on wall paper and are 23cm x 29cm.
