I’m always happy for a painting to go to a good home but sometimes sad to say goodbye. The older I get the more I realise they are never coming back!
I feel proud of the paintings I did when my son was little. Just to get here and make something whatever it turned out like felt like an achievement. And there’s also the time I lost with him while coming to paint, that never comes back either. These pics of him playing in front of this painting of mine “Tribe” are some of my favourites.
Tribe is about to wing off to New Orleans xx