Sunday, 1 February 2015


In the course of re-organising the house I came across a cache of art from my teenage years. At the time I was prone to melodramatic sighing in the grand artistic tradition that I did not measure up to the talent and skill of the great masters and therefore my work was scarcely fit to be seen. If I could talk to my younger self now I would tell her not to be stupid! My favourite so far:

Harlow, 2006 (?), Acrylic and charcoal on card.
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