My paintings often look like collages. They are mainly women with a secret to hide or a fear that is holding them back. This started out intuitively until I realised I recognised each one of them as ‘friends’ who divulged their fears to me after I painted them. I them questioned their fears, life’s unwritten rules, all of which have formed our behaviour as women. I treasure the peculiar the oddball the eccentric in women, whatever is made out of compassion.
My paintings celebrate the undocumented marks women make on the world; not the famous, not the high flyers, nor the ones with fifty million followers on social media, but rather the ones who are quietly living their lives in the background with a predictability that is killing them or an unpredictability that is waging war on their souls.