Runaway

One from the last drawing exhibition which I sold to a fellow artist. No one warns you when you start art, that your collection of art will grow and grow and grow till you have no walls left to hang art on. And that despite that, you will still buy art 🙂

This is on a very heavy piece of paper – Arches 650gsm, which pretty much means it stands up on it’s own. Part of a pile of paper left over from my mother’s stash of art gear. The yellow underpainted figures are very much one conversation. The hand is another. Somehow between the conversation and the hand of god was my complicated relationship with my mother. Painting (or drawing) seems to be be my way of both avoiding and dealing with all the feelings.