I’ve been chronically ill for 14 years and since 2013 slid into a more severe form which has left me mainly housebound, I live alone and am very isolated. You lose a lot of people through this kind of experience due to many social factors. The illness I have carries a lot of stigma which has been hard on me emotionally.
My health dictates what medium and materials I use. I’m self-taught and began in 2018 when I first started to experiment with watercolour, then began to add ink pen over the top creating worlds within worlds. However, I never intentionally know what I’m going to paint, I sit, start and I fall away somewhere, I seem to be off journeying. I’ll make 4 or 5 paintings within an hour or two. I’ll put them away usually until the next day, and add on the next layers, the finer ink work. This is the part I adore even more than the painting, adding the details, the play, the life, again I never know what’s going to appear until it’s finished and I see it all before me. It’s a rapid instinctive process. But I love the discovery of it all afterwards and seeing what story has unfolded, what creatures and beings have been birthed.
I hope that people can find new planes of existence and hear the accompanying music within my work as I do.