.Acrylic paintings, cut to pieces and rearranged digitally.
I am somewhat preoccupied with isolate landscapes, doorless houses, and pictures without people in them (excepting one) for a change. Milk House soothes me. I would like to live there.
Dreaming of the North...again.
Self Portrait, with Fire
Quite poignantly autobiographical, in a symbolic dreamscape sort of a way.
Yes, I am most decidedly unhappy in my new home. I shan't bore you with the details, but things simply have not worked out from day one. The fire in the above image is suggestive of how often I have had to call out the fire brigade or else the police (but usually both at the same time) within the last 5 months. We are fast approaching double figures. Embarrassing to admit, really, when I ponder how hard I had to work to secure this house back in June. The house is adorable, regardless. What surrounds it, as I have fast learned, is not.