Years ago, I painted this at Mum and Dad's house over a weekend. It was of a vase of flowers which were wilting in the heat of a Summer's day, melting with the humidity.
It's years later and I thought it needed a clean up and it's going well; as I never signed it.
Writer, poet, artist and prolific reader.... that's me.
I'm a collector of books, vinyls, coin purses and strange handbags... that's me too.
Otherwise, I love...
