The Covid19 pandemic is scary & bleak. Frightened by the overwhelming news and escalating global health crisis my brain went into over drive.
What happens if I die?
In a moment I realised all the work, years of art making, processing, creative self expression would be a pain in the arse for my family to go through. Art that I was proud of might hold nothing no meaning for them despite the fact I slaved over it.
I remember the moment distinctly, I was standing in our front room commonly referred to as my studio. I thought this will all end up in a skip or on a bonfire. The one thing I can offer the world is my creativity, my art and I have plenty and plenty to share. I literally decided to get my art out into the world and share it.


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