Aerosols, Chinese ink and oil pastels on wood.
Format : 50cm x 50cm.
When you’re not there, life’s a shambles. It doesn’t have this sense of rightness that marks each step of the folly of people who climb trees; nor does it have the sweetness of the well where you expect to find water, where you can see for ever. When you’re not there, it’s wartime with nowhere safe to go, the little scrap of a scrap of something at the bottom of an old pocket that’s waiting for the holy spirit as daylight is awaited when sleep is over.